Fractured

Black. Dark. Heavy

The

       Words

               Can't

                     Fall

                           Out

Sleeping Beauty is what they say

The pretty women with the pricked finger and the endless spell

Fractured is what I see

Fractured Soul. Heart. Mind

Truth be told, there was no spell

Just a girl     with a    messed up      psyche

     Depression

 

                That's what I feel

Nothing makes sense

No one can know

There was no spell

Only my depression

 

That kept me

From

Waking

                                           Up

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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