Broken
I'm falling
I’ve hit the ground,
Can’t get up
I’m broken now.
I try to move
Fix myself,
But all I do
Is break myself more.
Shards all around,
I’m on the floor
Can’t make a sound.
My vision blurs
Tears streak,
I hold back my sobs.
Fake and smile,
Pretend all is okay;
And that I’m not
As broken as I really am.
Lying on the floor
Scared to move,
Silent as a mouse
I don’t make a squeak.
Scared with a single word
That all will break;
So I stay silent
And force a smile,
Pretending that I’m fine
When in fact I am broken.
I’m fine,
It’s a lie.
I’m fine,
That’s a lie.
I’m fine,
Can’t you see I’m breaking inside.
I’m fine,
Lying amongst the shards,
Still as broken as I ever was;
I’m not fine.
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