Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

November 14, 2013

Fragmented

by Anonymous
These emotions i kept bottled up.
It makes me cry on the inside.
I put up a smile.
When in reality it's me tearing apart.
The pain seemed to increase every second.
It makes my knees shake.
I just want to curl in a ball and disappear.
Because my tears they seemed to be invisible to you.

It's painful really.
It makes me feel fragmented.
Broken and alone.
Can't you tell by the way i shivered.
This pain is only tearing me apart.

When i call out to you.
My voice seemed to be lost in the wind.
The words i wanted to shout.
It came out as whispers and whimpers.

Fragmented, broken and alone.

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