I am broken beyond repair.
Like a vase that been smashed into pieces,
With the spill of water
and remnants of flowers
on the floor.
My broken shards promising pain to people who tried to touch it,
cuts forming and blood flowing on their fingers.
Shunning them out.
Let me be.
Don’t fix me cause I don’t want you hurt.
Don’t fix me if you are going to give up halfway.
Approach me only,
if you have the patience to glue each tiny pieces of me,
into a complete vase.
If you don’t, please just leave me be.
I prefer to have my fingertips bleeding
from piecing myself together,
little by little.
Turning pain into words and surprisingly, I like this piece. I guess that is one good outcome. Still improving my writing. In a dark place right now but no worries, the Chinese blood in me is still able to study for my exams next week. Even if I cried or moody as fuck, it seems like my brain can still manage to do all that while studying and writing notes. I’m baffled by it as well.
If you are in a dark place (on however you define it), I wish for you to see the light soon and for your suffering to end as well. I truly wish you to find happiness.
Lots of love,