The day my heart broke wasn't when that stupid boy hurt me, or when I was put on the 'awkward kid' list, or when my whole class called me a dirty nickname. No.
My heart broke the day my mother stopped loving me.
It broke at every vicious name she called me.
The day my heart broke I lost my only friend, the only person who believed in me.
The day my heart broke I was officially unloved by everyone around me.
YOU ARE READING
The poems I carved from my wounds
PoetrySomeone once told me life doesn't come at you it comes from you. You're the caption of your soul, the master of your fate. If that were true I'd have a phatty right now.
