A broken mirror
On the floor
Shows the broken image of a girl
Who’s no more
And a razor blade
Can break the skin
But a broken heart
Leaves a darker scar within
Her broken life
Lead by her broken head
Thinking her broken thoughts
“Am…... I……dead?”
Her thoughts are broken
By the sound of a telephone
A broken voice
Speaking in monotone
The broken being
Won’t take the call
Cause she’s fallen to the floor
And she’s too tired to crawl
And that broken thing
That once was a girl
Is a sickened soul
To the rest of the world
The saddest part of all is.... Some broken things can’t be repaired
















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