Broken Words

Broken Screams

I'm kinda broken. I wasn't always like that though as nobody really is born broken this way I guess. It's hard to explain being broken to someone who isn't but you don't want to talk about it with other broken people because it just makes them more broken and, well, I think breaking someone is so much more painful than being broken when the person you broke is the only person keeping you alive.

I was sixteen. Young, free and happy. I had the perfect life. Straight A grades without having to try, the best friends anybody could ask for, every single guy wrapped around my pinky. Life was easy. And then.. I fell in love. And since then my life has been thrown onto the rocks-headfirst. Plunged into the deepest oceans with anchors tied around my ankles, screaming for someone, anyone, to save me.