Broken Pieces, by Heather Gaworski

He struggles with any chance to be normal
People only see him on the outside
The inside fighting to maintain control
No one sees the perfectness of the whole picture
The confusing stairway leading to a blank face
The mind is a beautiful thing to hold on to
Screaming inside waiting for the pathway to appear
His feelings I endure patiently
I hurt through him and with him
Always questioning the answer
When I thought you wouldn’t make it through
I was standing there
Waiting for you to fall

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