Broken
Broken
I held my head in my hands,
A desolate expression on my face,
My heart rate was going down,
And no happiness on my face.
The shattering experiences,
The ever long grief,
The life of a burglar,
The life of a thief.
I questioned myself,
What have I done?
To all that was happening,
And all that was to come?
All dreams are gone,
All friends are lost,
Is this what I had intended?
And was it at this cost?
No, this is not what I had asked for,
This isn’t my token,
What do I do now?
Everything is broken.
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