Personal (glass)
You can't fix a broken glass, so why do people try to fix others who break. We are just like glass, when we fall we break. When we are hit we break. Just like glass we are fragile but once you break you break. You can try to put the pieces back together but there will still be cracks.
You will still have the feeling of being broke, that feeling of not being able to fix yourself, the feeling of pain and suffering. You cut yourself on each piece making you scream out hoping someone will hear your cries and come help you put yourself back together.
They never come so your left to figure out which goes where
And why. It's take weeks months years, but you finally got the last piece. Your covered in cuts your knees are bruised and your tired. You think you finally are okay again. Finally no more pain and suffering.
You think you are fine and everything is going well until they drag you down and push you to the floor laughing as you break into smaller pieces, they saw your cracks knew you thought you were okay. You try so hard to gather all the piece but you can't.
You've had enough of picking up the pieces and screaming out hoping someone will help but never come, your hands are tired of the pain and your tired. You fall to your knees and scream louder then you ever have and throw the pieces away.
Accepting the fact you are no longer fixable, that you were never fixed in the first place. Slowly and painfully you die even more on the inside until that last piece, that last bit of hope breaks and you are finally free.
Just like glass once you break you can never be fixed.
YOU ARE READING
It's personal
Teen FictionThey may say personal but it's for you to realize you aren't the only one there's many others out there who have the same problems. They are also kinda like short stories but with no main characters, or other people that are made up. The main charac...
