That night, when I sat in a corner trembling from head to toe with tears running down my cheeks, you weren't there. You didn't once ask me how I was doing, you didn't care enough to check.
However now, the void in my heart doesn't hurt like it used to, I feel safe being away from you. I like it this way, distant from your lethal manipulation toying with my already damaged soul. I don't expect you to care anymore, I am no longer the naive girl who used to blindly trust everything you said.
You're no longer standing on the high pedestal I put you on, you've fallen down, deep into the cold darkness which matches your soul, locked far away from my heart.
I used to think of you as the very reason behind my smile, you used to be my world but you're no more than a dark spot on the colourful canvas of my life, a spot that shrinks more and more everyday as I heal.
The heart still beats, the lips still smile, the eyes still water, but none of it is for you anymore. I tore you out, scrunched you up and threw you away, all that remains are those jagged edges that were latched to the binding of the book of my existence.
Time does heal wounds I suppose, I don't know if it's gets better yet, but the pain soon numbs itself and the once broken pieces gradually try to mend themselves.
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Just Another Diary
Não FicçãoThis isn't a story. It's a collection of thoughts, thoughts I'm sure all teens go through.
