Musings and drabbles

Words

When you said that my heart shattered, was me baring my heart a mistake? Was trusting you a mistake? Were the words you said that soothed me in my darker moments... a lie?

I was a fool, forgive me for my careless mistake. I should have never told you anything, burdened you with that knowledge.

I wish we could go back to how it was, but it hurt reading what you sent, the "I don't wanna have anything to do with your problems, solve them yourself " broke my heart. Shattered it again as I felt the biting edge dig into my skin.

So I solved my own problems, using a blade on my skin in the only way I knew how. Again and again the pretty little red lines bead up with red, a stark contrast to my pale skin.

It calms me, knowing this was a hurt I could control. Something within my own power, not others who trample over my heart and scar my thoughts with their words.

It's finally something I can control...