Shattered Poem, by Bookgirl, at My poetic side

Every time I start over

The healing process once again,

You find a way,

To take my dignity away.

And shatter my soul,

Into a million tiny pieces.

So even if,

you stop using me.

abusing me,

bruising me,

I can never feel or be whole again.

And maybe, just maybe,

that's why I was put on this earth.

To fulfill your dreams,

your sexual needs.

I guess this is what,

I'm destined for.

I'm obviously not strong enough

To stand on my own two feet.

Sometimes it feels,

there's nothing left for me.

I know I'm not good enough,

and I know that they agree.

Author: Bookgirl (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
Published: September 15th, 2024 19:13
Comment from author about the poem: It\\\'\\\'s easy to smile while your dying inside. Check on your loved ones. Those who are often the loudest and happiest might just be suffering in side. Sorry this is just my current state of mind I\\\'ve had for a while...
Category: Sad
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