A Shaking Soul

March 23, 2015

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 took advantage so here I am

a shaking, dripping mess

scattered in blood

Waiting to be ok

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