Broken, tattered
Undeniably shattered
Tears not shed
Cries not heard
Often wondered
Who the Hell would...
Want a broken doll
With a future blurred?
Twisting, turning
Tired of sleeping
But while dreaming
There is everything
Bright morning
Sun should be burning
Though deep inside
The rain is pouring
Question, tension
Thoughts many to mention
Inception, conclusion
Hoped it's just an illusion.
Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 10:09 AM UTC
Broken, tattered
Undeniably shattered
Tears not shed
Cries not heard
Often wondered
Who the Hell would...
Want a broken doll
With a future blurred?
Twisting, turning
Tired of sleeping
But while dreaming
There is everything
Bright morning
Sun should be burning
Though deep inside
The rain is pouring
Question, tension
Thoughts many to mention
Inception, conclusion
Hoped it's just an illusion.
I miss my Dad. It's supposed to be his 51st birthday today... why is life so unfair?
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