She cried.
They heard her screams.
They knew about all the nightmares that they caused.
They knew about every single scar on her body.
They knew about the fake smile, the fake laughs and the fake happiness she gave off.
They knew cause the caused those scars.
They knew cause that haunted her dreams.
They knew cause the cut her skin.
They knew because they caused those unshed tears every single day.
What they didn't know was that she cut herself too.
What they didn't know was that they broke her beyond limits.
What they didn't know was that they were pushing her over the cliff.
What that didn't know was that she gave up a long time ago. She was just waiting for the right time to leave.
I am the mistake after all.
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Amê Tristê
RomanceHe taught her how to love but never to stop. "I wish I could give you my pain just for a moment. Not to hurt you, but so you could finally understand how much you hurt me." A story about a broken girl. She could cut you with her broken pieces.
