Human Wreckage

I am trying to get better

But it's hard to get better

When everyone is treating me like a porcelain doll

Fragmented and held together with tape.

Passing me around like a bomb,

Nobody wants to hold, 

Nobody wants to be responsible for.

For the detonation.

For the pieces of broken glass.

For the broken girl

And the wreckage she left behind.

But I-

I just want to be held,

To hear the soft cooing of someone who loves me.

To feel what everyone else feels.

What everyone should feel.

Loved.

Author's Note

A rather dark and dreary poem, but one I'm sure many can relate to.

Reviews

[Matthew Kult]

Anxiously seeking

Great Read

Matthew

[A Calming Storm]

Thank you, I have a lot more to come!