Broken Cuts

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by Malleycat30

by Malleycat30

(A/N: This short story has mentions of self harm and depression as well as violence read at your own risk)
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"Broken heart is all that's left..." I sang. Broken is how I feel. Like a girl with no soul, like a dog without its owner, like the sun without the moon, like a radio with no tune. I feel broken and the pieces shattering as my tears fall.

I'll never be worth the time. I'll never be enough for my parents or smarter to make my mom's dream come true. I can't imagine going out into the big scary world. I don't think I'm ready. How many times do I have to feel the pain of other people's suffering. How many days am I supposed to feel this dread? How many hours am I gonna cry? How many minutes left to try to glue the pieces?

Gluing holds for a bit then it shatters with just a little movement. Broken is what I am. So why can't I take a shard and end it all? Why can't I go deeper than the surface? Why can't I have the ability to make it deeper?

I could take the pills. But when I hold them I never wanna swallow them. What else am I missing? Why does this happen?Make it stop. Make all the pain stop!

But as the night switches over, the tears die and the day starts with a fake laugh and a fake smile. My cycle is the cycle of an actor and I deserve an Oscar.