By Layla Walton
am I too broken to be fixed?
on the outside I smile
and nod along
say the right things at the
right time so everyone
will move along
but the inside has been cracked
and I thought I had finally put it
back together therapy and meds
like lines of glue shutting the
darkness out for good
I don't know how and I don't
know when it could have
been
the slightest gust of wind
a lyric to a song
an unpleasant word that hit too
hard
but just a piece fell off
and the rest are starting to
fall with it what if what's
broken is to broken to fix?
