#or will there be nothing left of the original. malformed and mishappen unrecogniziable to all who know me

[pizzapizzadickz]

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#sometimes. and i dont know why. but i feel something inside me jist. shatter. #i dont know what part it is. i dont know why. but ot feels like ove lost something ill never regain #was it my humanity? my emotions? what more will you take away from me #the world’s a scary place. how much will be left of me when everythings truly said and done. #will i be able to pick up the pieces and try to shove them back into place again? #or will there be nothing left of the original. malformed and mishappen unrecogniziable to all who know me #will i become a monster? am i already one? #or will some other monster come again eating me from the inside out placating me with simple pleasrntrys as they empty my insides telling me #‘but youre fine. everyone hurts this much at least. #this. is. love’ #those insidious words. will they at me too. will you? #or perhaps ill sit like a broken toy on the shelf. a mere memory pf forner joyas days. #when the sky shone bright blue. and the wheat feilds billow in the wind. #but i was mever as sweat as sugar. my best memories are that of rain and grey skys. #so ill rot. #alone on tjay there shelf. #until you look at me one day and realize. that i shouldve never been there at all. #after all. broken things are useless. and garbarge is ment to waste under lays of filth so we can forget about it and mever see it again. #those memories werent gold after all. just pierite. mere fools gold. #diary #personal #poem #need to write this out again fuck