an broken book

by Nathalie
(chicago , Illinois)

My life is like a broken book,
its dark, empty, used, thrown away.
No one try's to fix a broken book,
like no one try's to fix my broken heart
No one cares about me anymore,
just like no one cares about a broken book.
I'm noticed but ignored,
just like a broken book.
My life is ending,
just like a broken book's pages are breaking.
I'm dying,
just like a broken book is breaking.
My time has ended,
just like the broken book has no more pages.
The broken is like my life,
my life has no meaning , no one helps me read my pages.
No one helps me get fixed.
Everyone is breaking me.

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