They think I'm getting better.
I haven't. If anything I want to die even more.
Apparently they haven't noticed that I'm pushing everyone away. That or they just don't care. Well I know they don't care.
YOU ARE READING
The broken
PoetryThe stinging burn of the water from my fresh cuts. The hot salty liquid streaming down my red hot cheeks. The times I am in so much pain that I can't even cry anymore.
