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Being Broken


I tried hard to shake it away, The fear and the pain But they wanted to stay, I fought in vain. At least I've been crying For just three hours so far, At least I'm not thinking To drown it all at the bar... Maybe it was not enough Or maybe it was too much Was I, babe, too rough Or was it too soft- my humble touch? I'm out of order All my pieces are on the floor Was it that I crossed a border Or that I never knocked at your door? Where have you gone? Tell me what's wrong, Baby, what have I done? Please, I can't be anymore strong! I'm a ruin, I'm broken inside, I'm flooded with fear, There's too much you hide I beg you mercy, my dear... But it's ok, I get the point, I've made too many mistakes I'm really sorry to disappoint, I'll be gone already as the sun awakes Now that I belong to no one I'll be choking on the meds I'll be charging the gun, I'll be waiting to be torn to shreds...
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Alexandra_loves_you

Bipolar, depressive, anxious, self-empowered. Poetry is my life and my escape. Art is born from feelings, art is a feeling. Not much to know about me: I've been dumped by two lefties so far. I'm ambidextruos. I love my ex and every love poem is for him. I dunno. God bless you all, young artists! I respect you

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