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Low effort poetry (part 1)

2021-03-21 . Written by Sara

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I scatter the sad bits of me all around,

They lie all over the ground-

They pierce the soles of the feet trying to walk over to me,

They cheer when people turn around to run away from me.


They have not only made your feet bleed-

So has mine been their victim.

Maybe perhaps,

Mine has been their victim a thousand more times than yours could ever be.

For these shattered bits of me were born from my own soul as I was simply too much of a burden for me to carry,

And now they're simply a huge mess at my feet.

A mess that I am not motivated enough to clean up-

A mess that I am not interested enough to put together,

For I am one of the objects deserving some of the least attention in my eyes

I am a thousand more times of a burden to myself than to you I could ever be.


My heart is becoming dry, my skin is losing life,

My jaws simply stay put together as they don't find any reason to move,

I feel hollow, I feel empty,

I feel nothing, I feel like nothing.

Maybe I crave love and warmth but even I do not know,

As I am a mystery to not only you, but even to me,

Maybe perhaps,

I am a thousand times more of a mystery to myself than to you I could ever be,

After all,

You could simply walk away from me anytime you wanted to,

But I am forever cursed to live with my shattered self till my death,

And I would see the bits at my feet everyday,

Numbers increasing as they spend every year breaking into more pieces,

Becoming more and more of a puzzle for me to figure out.