A heart can't break,
but it can if it grows bones.
Mine grew many.
It broke.
Like shattered glass,
from the mirror
where I saw
that I wasn't worthy enough.
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In The Mind of Depression
PoetryA "book" full of poems, from a depressed child. These poems are just sincere words and do not (and will not) always make sense, so I antecedently apologize.
Heart bones
A heart can't break,
but it can if it grows bones.
Mine grew many.
It broke.
Like shattered glass,
from the mirror
where I saw
that I wasn't worthy enough.
