Please excuse my vulnerability.
I have been broken.
My heart has been shattered many times before.
Every time I found the strength in myself to piece it back together,
slowly but surely,
what is left of me is walked over. Ignored.
I have felt alone in a room full of genuine souls.
Speaking my truth, expressing my hurt.
I have yet to be heard.
For my truth is my loudest cry,
and no one seems to completely understand.
I have tried to search for my soul,
my life-long friend.
Once alive but we lost touch.
Maybe it's simpler for it to come and find me.

I am broken.
I'm not used to this feeling,
and I cannot really escape from the fact
that it is so **** difficult to pick myself up
from the fall.
Normally, I would never accept defeat.
This time, it got the best of me.
Maybe one day I will lift my head enough
and remind myself of the light that's at the end of the tunnel.
Though at this moment,
all I know is the darkness surrounding me.
I am broken. I am vulnerable.
I have accepted it. This is me.
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