Broken Bones
8th
A crooked path I walk alone. Mud from the rain, road of broken stones. My feet sore and swollen, my back hurts, skin is torn. My heart is broken and lost along the way, carelessly cut out with a dull blade. The eyes around me stare and judge this soul, making me suffer by myself in the cold. This world I’ll kill away and grow in to the person I’m meant to be someday. That day may never come to be, as I lay here on the stone path and bleed. Forever alone on these stones, just me and my broken bones.
