I am still hallucinating of the life I used to have, before the big wave of heartbreak washed away my stability and self worth.
Still stuck somewhere up in my imagination, with the figment of someone I used to call my chosen family. The person who long ago left a deep scar on my back; I should've known trust only ends in treason, I saw the knife in his hand and convinced myself he was using it to protect me, never occurred to me that he'll use it to stab me so deeply.
The scar remains a reminder, and it pains me whenever I feel another mistake creeping up.
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I was listening to angry songs and this chapter was born.
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Emotional Torture.
PoesieCollection of poems and pieces written about daily struggles and tackling big world problems from the eyes of a teenager. Warning: Some chapters might be triggering. Triggers include: Suicide Eating disorder Self harm
