sea; salty, unclean
filled with shards, pieces
like a puzzle destroyed by grubby, little hands
i was never not u n b r o k e n
let it be said
for once, i have finally spoken
and make notice, take note
do you understand and or think me a joke?
i'm just trying, we're all only trying, vying
for attention from pretty boys
or pretty girls
and beautiful souls with broken bones
yet there is no love
for the brokenhearted
much like there is no rest for the w i c k e d
no love for the kids left crooked by the knuckles of fists made bloody
don't feel. it is poison.
it's a trap, it is p o i s o n.
i felt and i cried my eyes are never dry anymore.
don't feel, do you ever wanna stop hurting?
do you never wanna stop aching?
D O N 'T. F E E L.