broken

beautifully broken

 

Most of the time I hide so much

I push and push it down

Cover it up with busy-ness and a smile

I try to convince myself that I’m not sick

That most days I fight to live

I find myself alone.

I don’t easily let others in…they won’t understand

Because this will affect them.

I don’t want platitudes

And I don’t want anyone else to feel this pain.

I am worn

I am scared

And right now I am broken….

Completely and perfectly broken.

 

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