A Shaking Soul

I’m broken and fragile

a weeping mess

pieces scattered in a puddle of blood

ignored

but waiting to be dripped off 

pieced back together

 

All these people

people who were supposed to care about me

take care of me

who hurt me

turned me shaking

to eat the scum off their shoes

 

They knew I would

They knew I would

 

They took advantage so here I am

a shaking, dripping mess

scattered in blood

 

Waiting to be ok 

This poem is about: 
Me

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