My parents taught me broken promises

0 0 0
                                    

I grew comfortable with broken promises.
I grew comfortable with their lasting scars on my skin.
I grew comfortable with their shattering hurt on my heart.
I grew comfortable with their echoes of empty words in my ears.
I grew comfortable enough with them that I let them break me.
Now, a broken promise is just a promise.

Hurtful Where stories live. Discover now