To You I am
I am deeply wounded.
They still shatter my empty heart.
So I tell my story of the girl whose heart was broken
When she didn’t have one.
The story that kept the world in place.
I am no longer vulnerable.
My secrets are kept within.
Never will be written on my face.
I am an isolated scapegoat.
You may do to me as you please.
Just wish me away
Or heave me off my feet—
Over the Bridge…
Down to The soil ground where I belong.
They still shatter my empty heart.
So I tell my story of the girl whose heart was broken
When she didn’t have one.
The story that kept the world in place.
I am no longer vulnerable.
My secrets are kept within.
Never will be written on my face.
I am an isolated scapegoat.
You may do to me as you please.
Just wish me away
Or heave me off my feet—
Over the Bridge…
Down to The soil ground where I belong.
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