Broken

I remember the first time I felt broken.

You left me, but when you were here I didn’t appreciate you.

Guilt, Regret, Jealousy.

You had everything that I’ve wanted all my life.

stability, parents, love.

You were pure, you were a baby.

I loved you, and jet you brought the worst of me.

You left me, and I didn’t feel sad, What is wrong with me?

Anger, Shame, Hate.

I hated myself for been jealous of you.

You were pure, you were a baby.

I’m broken, and now you are not here.

 

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