A boy made without choice
broken from the start
Cracked waiting to be put together
But as time goes by
He chips just a little more
As everyone who knows he’s breaking
Does nothing because there’s no tape
That could fix that doll
his heart was to broken
They call him fragile
Weak
But he’s carried so much alone
With no hope of someone
Helping him carry the pieces
He’s leaving behind
Pieces of his broken heart…
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Author:
drewtotheearl (
Offline) - Published: May 10th, 2022 00:04
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
good choice of metaphor
an intriguing and relatable, read
thanks for sharing
Thanks man it means a lot
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