Damage

I'm too damaged
To be repaired.
Got knife wounds 
Where I trusted my family.
And got hurt.
Thinking they cared,
But they didn't.
I'm a broken puzzle
That can't be put together.
I might forgiven you.
But I will trust you 
any of you again.
I don't trust any one 
Any more.
Those memories 
Never go away.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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