Some people are so broken that they can’t be fixed at all. P.S: note that this poem is very dark and if you don’t like anything like that don’t read on

Her mind was an open field 

Yet cloaked with a darkness so strong

It was impenetrable

Eyes gave off no emotions, her face passive

Hand swinging rhythmical motion

Like she was made or maybe configured to it

The smile that filtered her face had no joy

Her monotonous voice was chilling and frightful

It didn’t take long for people to notice

She was broken, she was a broken toy.

Submitted by Ginika.O

Categories: poetry


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