Broken

--POEM AT BOTTOM--

I'm going to be selfish for a moment and talk about my pain.

I'm a broken person. I've dealt with so much crap in my life and I honestly don't know how to get away from it. I have only had two people in my life that were able to take away my pain, but one of them is in college and no longer cares about me, and the other one is a moron. I love them both, I do, but they just don't take my pain away as much as they used to.

The one I never speak to is leaving me forever, moving on with his life like I was never a part of it. It hurts. More pain to add to my list. The other one, the moron, he is still alive and well and we see each other everyday, but he doesn't see through me anymore. He used to be able to tell when my pain was overwhelming, and now he doesn't even know when I'm speaking to him.

Here's a poem to keep you all entertained and not have to listen to my rant. I was feeling a little too lazy to add my punctuation in there, so I think I'll leave it be.

Broken

I'm broken

Inside

And out

A porcelain doll

Cracking

Crumbling

Into dust

No one can

Hear

See

Feel me

I am left

On a shelf

Of rotting

Decaying

Memories

And I am

Never

To be taken from

That shelf

That horrid

Disgusting

Revolting

Shelf

Never to be

Smiled at

Twirled around

Loved again

I just sit

And crack

And crumble

Rotting

Until the day

When I am

Forever broken

Broken

Beyond repair

Sadly

No one cares

I am an

Unfortunate soul

Looking for a

Better shelf

Yet

I do not move

I stay in the past

On the shelf

Of memories long since

Forgotten

No one can fix me

Except One

I just need time

But maybe

Being broken

Beyond repair

Rotting

And crumbling

Is what I

Want

Is what I

Crave

No, what I

Need

Because my brokenness

Is necessary

For me to forget

To feel again

To say goodbye

To love

I must be

Broken