Dont Fit In

The church is all happy
With the God with which they abide.
They`re singing with joy in the steeple,
While I'm sitting on the concrete stairs outside.
I would do anything to have that feeling
That I fit in in such a holy place.
I would love to say I don't sin,
But that has never been the case.

poem by Hayley Broe
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Broken Heart (Acrostic)

Badly beaten and terribly scared.
Repetitive nightmare I’m always prepared.
Open cuts just bleeding out.
Killing me without a doubt.
Epidemic in my brain.
Nibbling away like acid rain.

Hear my cries from all around.
Ears ignore that alarming sound.
Acquired sadness in my soul.
Rapidly increasing and taking control.
Tears will never fade from my eyes,
because you made them with all of your lies.

poem by Hayley Broe
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