I am made of stone,
but someone broke me.
My cracks are almost healed,
but every tiny crevice stings like pouring alcohol over an open wound.
I carve a smile on my granite face to conceal the tear stains and heart aches, laughing out loud and screaming inside all at the same time.
I know I’ll be okay though,
because when you crack open a rock,
there are crystals inside it.
I am broken, and I am beautiful.
Dec 16, 2020
Dec 16, 2020 at 7:53 AM UTC
I am made of stone,
but someone broke me.
My cracks are almost healed,
but every tiny crevice stings like pouring alcohol over an open wound.
I carve a smile on my granite face to conceal the tear stains and heart aches, laughing out loud and screaming inside all at the same time.
I know I’ll be okay though,
because when you crack open a rock,
there are crystals inside it.
I am broken, and I am beautiful.
Heart break brings you rock bottom, and you try to convince yourself you are less than, but you are not. You are worth it. I am worth it.
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