Broken
On the inside, I'm sad
but on the outside, I can't afford to be.
I have to keep being happy,
for the people around me.
Do I just go on living,
Like he was never there?
He was my everything.
And he did not care.
For I am broken.
I have to be strong.
I have to keep moving.
I have to stop being sad
and keep on ruling.
Life goes on
and people keep living.
I have woken.
So I won't give up,
for I am anything
but Broken.
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