Broken

 Broken

(The following poem is about mental illness. Yes, I have one, but I am still here, fighting it every day. For those who have one, we are still people. Don’t let darkness take your fight away—this is for you.)I am broken, don’t throw me away,
Fix me—I am not disposable.
Allow me to become human again. I am broken, yet I still feel
The cold snow on my feet,
My heart still pumps blood.
I am not disposable—fix me. I am broken, but I still love,
My soul yearns for others to see it.
I am not disposable—fix me. I am a poet, a photographer,
Gifted in mind, though broken.
Respect me, don’t dismiss me,
Care for me, but don’t pity me.
Fix me—I am not disposable.

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