Here I am still broken into pieces
Still covering up those lies in the mirror
And I still hate what I see
I don't think I will ever be satisfied with myself
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A feel you really got this poem from your heart. We must be really different people The poem that come from my heart (all of them) are either dark, sadistic, creepy, or terrifying. 'Here I am still broken into pieces.' I love it.
still broken into pieces... sad lines showed unclear future and bitter memories of the past...great write.
I've been there. I understand the surge of your emotions. Time after time, you'll get through that. =) Norchel Tingson