A Shaking Soul

I’m broken and fragile

a weeping mess

pieces scattered in a puddle of blood


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 

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