im empty

broken

bruised 

sore

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                           i’m empty of the voices, the suicide dreams, the torment that used to threaten me 

                           

 i’m broken, there are fragments of me in everybody, in the dew on the cherry blossoms, the cotton of the clouds, yes I am divinely shattered

                             i’m bruised, purple, the colour of royalty and heaven, the tone of the sanctified, the shades of my inner imagination, even if dealt by the hand of another

                               i’m sore, from the burn of lighting the sun, and how far I have to swing to get from star to star, from being in a world i know i never came from