notes {k.th p.jm}

note #3

"I feel dead
like there's nothing left.
I feel broken
like the vase on my floor.
I feel scared
that I'm gonna do it
again..."

You didn't even bother to look at me.

Not when my books were splattered all over the floor.

Not when your 'friends' pushed me to the floor.

Not when they started bruising my body.

You didn't even care as they threatened to kill me.

Years have come and go.

Opportunities have arrived and passed.

Do you remember comforting me?
Do you remember helping me?
Do you remember protecting me?
Do you remember caring?

I doubt you remember comforting me on all those nights I was in pain.

I doubt you remember helping me all those times I felt helpless.

I doubt you remember protecting me when all I needed was a shield.

I doubt you cared in the first place.

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Next chapter won't be a note. Hope you like the thing I'm testing out here.