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Broken/a poem

Updated on April 23, 2012


I am broken beyond repair. There is no purpose,or reason for me to be here.

I wasn't a miracle or choosen one, I was the end result of something thoughtless done.

I don't have a heart that beats with love, it's as black and hateful as the night above.

I am different, and not understood, no one can love me, and no one would.

I remind them of the things that they don't want to see, I remind them of the truth when they look at me.

I am an animal struggling to survive, a freak of nature that God denied.


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    • CM Sullivan profile image

      CM Sullivan 5 years ago from California

      Yes, the truth is usually more painful than lies. Being different and misunderstood is the seed of creativity. I love this poem.

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      Irob 5 years ago from St. Charles

      Such strong images. Hang in there, you can be repaired and will be loved and understood