Broken Soul

Many say i'm faking it 

But would a faker hate the life that was given to them 

Would i cut if i were happy as sunshine 

Why won't you believe me 

I have a sadness of a broken soul 

I dont see color

I see darkness

I want to see the light 

But how would i see it 

Without your trust 

And help.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
Our world
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