You did it once to me
You broke me
Then, you did it again
Except this time it meant more
It hurt more
It caused more blood to spill
It caused more tears to fall
Now, I'm just pieces
Waiting for someone to put me together
I trusted you
I believed you wouldn't do it again
Yet you did
And you're happy
While I'm dying
YOU ARE READING
~All Alone~
AléatoireThis is just random thoughts from a self harmer. This is what goes on in my head, and maybe others. Note: I do not support self harm, or eating disorders.