By Alex Huntley
What I never told you, about me,
I was damaged, far beyond what you could see.
With every wrong I did, and every word you spoke,
I shattered like a glass, my pieces fell where I had broke.
I was calling in the dark, trying to make sense,
But couldn’t figure it out, you were right I’m dense.
With fear rushing through my river, I kept on walking,
I thought about how my existence is utterly shocking.
I thought about the stars, the moon and the sun,
And how I wish I was just done.
I would think the gods would take me out,
Of this sinister game, for I am screwing it with every shout.
But they left me in this fight;
Could they not see my plight?

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