Haiku Musings
I want to help you
but you don’t want help from me
so I am helpless.
I’m invisible;
unloved, ignored, discarded,
alone and bleeding.
You seem to like me.
What could you see in me now?
All old and broken.
Can I love someone
when I can’t stand myself?
What does it matter?
As puzzle pieces
are falling into place now,
will I destroy them?
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