Broken
August 9, 2011
It’s funny…
I think I’m a vocal person. Words tend to just fly out of my mouth.
Yet when I’m quiet, people around me know something is wrong.
I lost count of the number of people who asked me if I was ok.
I lost count of the number of people who told me to sleep more.
I lost count of the number of people who said I look stressed.
I lost count of the number of people who asked why I looked so sad.
It’s funny…
After so long (that’s subjective) of feeling whole,
I feel like I’m broken again…
Into pieces that I don’t think I can put back.
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