A Shaking Soul
I’m broken and fragile
a weeping mess
pieces scattered in a puddle of blood
ignored
but waiting to be dripped off
pieced back together
All these people
people who were supposed to care about me
take care of me
who hurt me
turned me shaking
to eat the scum off their shoes
They knew I would
They knew I would
They took advantage so here I am
a shaking, dripping mess
scattered in blood
Waiting to be ok
This poem is about:
Me