My cut is deep. I thought of you today. My screams of agony tore the glass into tiny bits of deadly particles. My cut is deep, shatters of glass lay embedded inside. You ripped my heart out and didn't bother to repair it. My pathetic short lived life could have ended, but it didn't. Follow your heart they say, but what piece of my heart am I to follow if it's been cut into billions of useless fragments of what was once a functioning organ.
I shouldn't cry, I shouldn't be this affected. We were only friends after all. Is that too much of a label to describe us? What were we? Who was I? I stared into the reflectivity of the cracked mirror. I saw a sad human whose trusted more than she should. I saw a girl with a lot of love to a person who doesn't deserve it. I saw girl with too many emotions. I don't see me.
YOU ARE READING
I am ok
Short StoryWe love lana del rey We stan lana del rey This book isn't about lana del rey It's about relating to lana del rey on a non drastic and mentally unstable way!!😝😝🫶🏼
