11 years old, my best friend was ripped away from me. i was left alone in this world. no more role model. no more jokes. no more father.
anger.
confusion.
sadness.
empty.
12 years old things haven't gotten any better. i've been forced into hearing everyone's negative words. no more confidence. no more friends. no more food.
anger.
confusion.
sadness.
hunger.
empty.
13 years old coping stings. i'm almost always cold and i don't talk to my mother. no more porcelain skin. no more short sleeves. no more talking.
anger.
confusion.
sadness.
hunger.
freezing.
empty.
14 years old and she's found out. too much money for therapy. scars litter my arms and legs like tattoos. no more help. no more money. no more secret.
anger.
confusion.
sadness.
hunger.
freezing.
scarred.
empty.
15 years old I say enough is enough. i'm tired and sick and nothing is working. i try to end the suffering and it doesn't work. i scared the people i love. i start to realize how many people care about me. I can't do this anymore. no more hiding. no more secrets. no more lying.
anger.
confusion.
sadness.
hunger.
freezing.
scarred
trying.
empty.
16 years old and i met you during my healing process. the thoughts still won't go away. but you seem to quiet them. you seem to chase them away. you help me through the last bits of my recovery, picking up pieces and putting them in their place, even adding some of your own where mine were missing. i think i'm finally there. it's been a long time. no more blood. no more starving. no more lonely.
happiness.
assurance.
security.
satisfied.
warm.
trying.
...full?
17 years old and it's been two years since you've come into my life. you've helped me so much. i love you to the ends of the universe and back around a million times. but then you go. you leave and you take everything with you. you vanish into thin air and gut my heart, leaving it as empty as the street I live on at 3 in the morning. my heart is deserted and reminds me of an old ghost town by the time you've finished. i guess good things can only last so long. no more fullness. no more love. no more inside jokes and late night talks. no more you.
anger.
confusion.
sadness.
frightened.
freezing.
scarred.
trying.
empty.
empty.
empty.
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letters to the one who broke me
Poetryheartbreak is different for everyone. this will follow my journey through the eyes of unrequited love that may have not been so unrequited at one point, and how I've grown through the broken pieces of myself.
