A Poem (2)

What keeps me from hurting?
From falling apart?
Is it, your pretended love?
If so, let me down.
Crash me to pieces.
Don’t make it gently.
It only feels real with full force.
Full speed.
Nothing will keep me from breaking.
It’s only me left.
In this mad world.
Living the life
of a broken kid.
Who has to try.
Try to fix myself.

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