Broken

Broken, piece of me scattered everywhere.

I keep walking every step cuts deep.

The pieces, I keep reaching for causing abrasions.

People surrounding.

Others call with acts of concern.

Spending everyday in thought so many lessons I’ve learnt.

I sat in silent with contemplation having violent thoughts seeking release.

Searching for assuage partially enraged.

Be patient so I waited for opportunity to take the stage and communicate this burden hunting me.

They heard me but not what I said.

People weigh in trying for swaying emotive like playing was the motive.

Charging the scaring to familiar circumstance.

No malice intent purpose was boost in confidence.

It’s hard to circumvent these current events.

That wouldn’t have happened if my feet move in sync with instincts.

Sleep, it told me but urges controlled me.

As years passed it’s been leaking over.

Now it’s difficult to keep composure starring into the broken mirror at your feet speaking needing closure.

Chased by trauma makes it hard to find self or comfort in familiar elements.

So, you retreat into self because you know that where your peace is felt.

Where you can sit in the darkness with the possibilities and all your pieces tryna hide when your need is help.

The pieces of you, you manage to fit reflects you different.

It could be your precept screwed so You project indifference.

I’ve been itching reconnection without connecting.

It seems my mind needs adjustment so my views align.

Until then what fills in is emptiness alongside of families love.

Damnit, sometimes it feels like We can’t even reach for a huge.

When at the time all we need it is love because of bias no tear get through.

Weakness you evade to avoid but you know that’s the fear in you.

Don’t let that emotion create destruction cause that a declare you through.