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Nov 2014
i am nothing more
than the atoms that make up my body
the sadness that has washed over me
is like a flood that never goes away
and most days
i feel like a toy
broken and malfunctioning
from being used at the wrong times
by the wrong people
i would rip
every aspect of my being apart
if it meant getting rid of this feeling
my body has been sentenced to
what do you do
when you look in the mirror
and hear your insides weep
at what is looking back at them?
what do you do
when you've drawn a black cloud
above your head
with permanent marker?
i pour my heart into a glass vase
and give it to you
while you stare at me
with shaking hands
how endlessly ******* stupid am i for that?
i never expected you to fix me
but i never expected you to
break me even worse either
my worth is close to nothing
and i feel about as useful
as a broken record
im just a crack in the concrete
and youre a perfectly paved
road

-m.v.
melanie
Written by
melanie  MD
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