I cry
I scream
I claw at my skin
Scrapes and scratches running up and down my broken body
How could you do this to me?
Was this your intention?
To break me down to my most vulnerable state?
God, you must hate me
And time doesn’t heal this wound
I’m left behind by the world
Drowning in my own torment
Each day it hurts more
The knife digging deeper
Withered away
I let reality carve me up
I’m not broken because you didn’t love me.
I’m broken because you did.
Forums:
Reviews
No reviews yet.