Bettersad woman

I keep thinking things will get better 

Yet they  never really do

For a few days, yes

Then I’m crying in the dark, again

Why can’t better stay? 

My heart keeps getting broken

I’m getting too tired to pick up the pieces

How many times can a glass be smashed

And put back together?

Better, sounds nice

Yet so elusive 

Meant just for others, not for me

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