Broken and Shattered kinda like a mirror,
But unlike the mirror she can't just throw herself away.
She tried multiple times and multiple ways
But instead she pushes her feelings aside.
Her happiness doesn't matter.
Her Boys matter
The boys of a monster.
They Matter.
Unlike a mirror she can't just throw an object at what hurts
to get rid of the pain and the hurt.
People tell her to remember the things that happened before it all started...The good Memories..
What they don't know..
Is the Broken and Shattered has always been there.

Do you know, how it is to feel like you’re ur being dragged down to the bottom of the ocean?

The sunlight slowly fading away as you sink deeper into the dark depth of the unknown?

The pressure of everything around you getting heavier and more painful as you’re r surrounded by complete darkness; you think maybe you could swim on your own.

But now it’s just black.

W.K

Last night, I dreamed I met you
As I looked into your kind eyes
I knew you had forgiven me

Last night, I dreamed I met you
and you loved me like a little sister
As you looked into my fearful eyes
My guilt was gone

Last night, I dreamed I met you
and I'll never forget how you
cared
I didn't have to surrender
like I'd thought I'd have to

Tonight, I'll pray to never meet you
Because I can't trust
that the you last night
is the real you
But then
what is the real you?

The you I hallucinate every day?
The manipulative, cruel sociopath?

The you inside my head?
The maternal, weak empath?

The you through the screen?
The confident, beautiful actress?

I'm craving some sort of answer

but patience

patience...

First, I need you to
see
me

I don’t know what we are doing
I don’t know what we are calling it
I don’t know what I see months down the road for us
But I do know that when he looks at me he sets every single part of me on fire

I feel like I'm the only one
who really cares
about the pandemic.

I feel like I'm the only one
who is scared
to infect someone I love.

I feel like I'm the only one
who sees
that a storming is coming.

I feel like I'm the only one.

I had my moon for months and seems like years
,but this is the day my sweet moon moved away

And yes this happens to all others but I can't help write
about the hole that is not coved

Cause she was my anchor strong and true just like the
sun and the moon

It's the bitter sweet thing about it all, that makes this
time right know so big not as small

And I will remember all those great days we've had together, in
hope the sun and moon, me and her will be reunited like to love birds

  It seems so far and I feel like I can't make it
Cause I do I continue to burn bright without the moon
right in my sight

So I going to try to burn bright with the time I've got, then
hopefully I reunite with the moon of my life