Broken Soul (pt.1)

Why aren't you trying to conceive, what is inside and killing me?
Sure I know you care,
yet, why weren't you there?

At the times when I might needed help,
I had to reach out for someone else.
I admit it was hard, somehow I'm scraping along,
the two of us had an unbreakable bond.

At least that's what we assumed,
before we experienced breach,
of course I was the one to be impeached.

My first poem ever in english


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