No matter how hard I try to escape the shackles chaining me, I somehow end up imprisoning myself again. A victim of my own mind, a slave of my heart, a beautiful soul that you left bleeding. The stabs you left upon my heart left wounds so deep, I feel them bleed with every breath I take. Every inhale reminds me of how broken I am inside, every exhale reminds me of the scars you left upon me.
Oh how immensely I had faith in the fucked up fantasy, my feeble soul put all my trust in what was. I was blinded by the beautiful darkness that surrounded you and let it envelop me.
Things changed, you changed, your promises were merely words, your emotions were just an experiment, your soul is just a vain vessel.
The change hit me like a ton of bricks and burnt like acid, the reality shook me till my bones rattled, the pain left tears scorched onto my cheeks, the eyes that once smiled now held sorrow, my trembling hands tried to hold on but the fantasy kept slipping away, the harder I tried the more I died inside.
A murderous soul like yours could have never known something as pure as love, who was I kidding? You left me weak and shaken, with tears running down my face, with a heart shattered and a mind suffocated.
I will recover but I will never forgive you, and I hope you get to feel the agony you left me in. Wounds don't just heal, the pain doesn't just go away, the scars don't just fade, a hefty price of time and patience is to be paid.
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Just Another Diary
Non-FictionThis isn't a story. It's a collection of thoughts, thoughts I'm sure all teens go through.
