Glass Face


I feel broken
Down to my soul
The type of broken where you feel like you have no control
The kind where you can't even cry into your pillow at night
Where you just sit there waiting
For anything to feel right
You wrap your arms around yourself
Sitting in your own personal hell
Where no one protects you
No one can even tell

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Key Words : Broken, Pain, Self love

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