What My Mother Doesn\’t Know


I feel broken.
I feel like I'll never be put back together again.
Sitting in my room, I hear laughter.
The laughter I'll never be apart of.
As I listen, I feel my skin chip away.
I glue myself together in hopes I won't be thrown away.
I feel broken.
I feel like if my heart takes anymore,
it won't wake up one day.
It will stop beating in diligence to keep me alive.
I feel broken.
I feel like I'm screaming, but there is no sound.
I was thrown into cold water and I'm drowning.
The water damage has left nothing but mold on my heart.
I try and try to fix it,
but it's not with fixing.
I am broken.

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