UNCURED

My mistakes,
My wounded heart,
My hopelessness,
My atrocious visage,
My failures,
My broken dreams,
My dignity.
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There will be no bandages,
No medicines,
No remedies,
No magical words,
Not even spells
Could heal my scathed soul
Could mend my broken heart.

Not even you,
Not even me,
No one can cure my insurmountable illness,
I am a broken glass that you can’t fix.

I am hopeless,
I am tired,
Utterly cast down,
I am besotted
I am desperate.

You see my life?
It’s a joke
But seriously,
It’s not funny anymore.


Words by: CJ Sanchez

Photos: Copy to the owner.
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