He sat me down and crouched down so he was at eye level with me. His usual, deep blue eyes were dull; glassed over with broken emotion. They searched mine for what seemed like hours, before he managed to choke out few little words.
His voice cracked in the middle of his words, his voice fading to an inaudible tone; close to a whisper.
"I..." He stammered, his face falling into the palms of his hands.
I reached out and gently placed a hand on the back of his head. I wanted to hug him, say that everything was going to be okay. Truth is, it wasn't. It wasn't going to be okay.
He looked up at me and ran his hands messily through his hair before attempting to speak once again.
"I can't do this anymore..."
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Broken Wings - Poetry {COMPLETED}
Poesía200 Poetic Tragedies ... A collection of poetic chaos, written on love, loss, lust and longing. This is a safe haven for the broken - For those with Broken Wings. _____________________________ "In a world full of heartbreak, sadness is all I've eve...
