Broken

Sadness...

A silence fills the room.

A vase of red roses are on a table.

 

Seconds go by in agony,

And the vase slowly falls onto the floor.

 

Pieces shatter everywhere,

And I go to pick up the pieces.

A sharp edge cuts my finger,

And it starts to bleed.

 

When that happens,

I feel no pain.

 

I've been through so much.

Feeling pain and suffering every second of my life.

Now all I feel is nothing,

My expression is unwavering.

 

I feel like my heart is that vase,

Shattering into so many pieces,

That it can no longer be fixed.

I'm broken.

 

The darkness has won over me,

Pain has taken over my sanity.

 

All I think about is pain.

Death.

 

When will this all end?

When can I disappear?

 

My voice turns into a mere whisper.

And disappears into the darkness of no end.

 

My eyes no longer let out,

White transparent tears.

Only blood red tears drip out of my eyes.

 

I'm a broken doll with no control.

I'm a broken vase that can't be fixed.

I'm a broken person that'll never be understood.

 

I'm broken...

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Sola]

Interesting, although I customarily don't care for the pieces that are solely self-pittying without a real conclusion of drawing interest. Your phrase "I've been through thick and thin" is the only one that does not truly fit with the rest, it implies there have been both good and bad times, it starts to not make sense when you follow it up with "feeling pain and suffering every second of my life" suggesting that there have been absolutely no good moments, and then later you mention good memories shattering, think about re=phrasing this so you don't contradict yourself.

[Draven]

Perhaps you should add more parallels in this, showing more imagery and showing how that connects to how you feel. It'll make this poem more interesting.