Broken Me

I’m a broken person begging to be repaired by someone.

It’s as if my life has fallen apart and all the pieces are scattered across the world in the deepest, darkest of places that I will never reveal.

 I’m begging, begging for someone’s help in hopes of showing me the light;

In hopes of someone seeing my broken pieces and being willing to go on the journey that is making me whole.

I'm broken.

But you see; this isn’t the worst part.

The worst part about being broken isn’t that you are;

It’s that you don’t know how to repair yourself.

The unknown is what hurts the most;

You can’t know something you don’t know,

You can’t do something you don’t know how to.

I'm broken.

Reviews

[Nightfeather]

What you have said is the truth that lingers in the depths of the human heart. The one who repairs your broken soul, is one of great importance in your life. It could be everyone: family, a loved one, heroes, writers, etc. One can be repaired in many ways, for our heart does not work in only one way.

Good job :D

[Mystery Wanderer]

Thank you!

[Nightfeather]

No problem :)

[PHILEMON KIPKOECH]

Good poem.Truly pictures the bonds suddenly broken.It much images the breaking relationships in today's world and the condition of heart left after such a scenario.

[Mystery Wanderer]

Thank you! Sorry I didn't see your comment earlier.