Damaged.

a poem about two lost deep souls.

Damaged.   

covered in huddled emotions. 

She asks if she can truly ever feel this again. 

Shelled exterior, softened and concealed interior. 

Where is the happiness? 

Judged before knowing. 

He is never meant to feel real. 

Others go by “who is he?” 

Called damaged and pushed forth the siphon without understanding. 

That’s all they know. 

 He is the happiness 

Nobody can understand their problems. 

But each other. 

“You’re all I need.” 

Against the world and others. 

The shells touched sides again. 

Never will they know who they can be. 

You and me she said. 

It’s the mantle, Hurt in arms. 

Will it be happiness? 

Damaged. 

Author's Note

oplease do feel free to give constructive feedback, im a beginner!