Broken
Nothing is bright and pretty.
Everything seem dark and ugly.
I don't see anything worth busting my back for..anymore.
Always alone now.
Maybe it's best this way.
I'll just bring someone down.
Like a toy not quite working right,
I'm broken..without you.
Nothing is right with me,
without my second breath.
Life is dark without my star.
Hopefully one day to be fixed,
Untill then I'll be left broken.
Copyright © Nioma Strength | Year Posted 2010
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