Dear Esther,
I've been swept up in a hurricane,
That's messed with my head
I hit the solid ground,
My chest filled with a crushing weight
Breathing is hard,
As it is to glue back the pieces of my heart
The nights are dark,
Shadows concealing my bruises and cuts
They've burnt me in their flames,
Engulfing me with a loathing rage
They've torn me like a scrap of paper,
Chanting "no one can save her"
I've been destroyed;
A broken toy that can never be fixed.
Quinn
( A/N : Sorry this sucked...I was cringing a thousand times while reading this...I bet you were too...gah please tell me how to improve! )
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shards of the heart
Poetry❝the scars that screamed of revolutions inside her head and the shards that made up her heart were things that no one saw.❞ suffering from a terrifying eating disorder and from a shattered home, quinn's greatest tormentor is imperfection. her world...
