Broken

you ask me why

i stay broken

why i don’t move on

and heal

and forgive?

healing might

erase the scars

and make me forget

and let them

hurt me

again

at least it’s harder

to shatter the glass

if it’s already

pounded

to dust.

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This poem is about: 
Me

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