i'm still trying to move on from where you left me.
in my own body.
with a broken heart in my chest.
i don't think that people realize the way they treat us can really fuck us up.
you may have used your words to hurt me but the pain is physical.
i cannot escape from it.
i wish i could take a break
outside of my own body but i can't.
i want to unzip my skin and step out of it.
you ruined me.
you may not be able to see it but you did.
it's not obvious as a broken bone or a scab,
but you hurt me.
but you're not the one in my skin.
you can leave but i'm going to be left with the pain of
what you did to my heart.
nobody ever thinks about the pain they will be causing
another human being
because they can't see it.
YOU ARE READING
forget.
PoetryThere is mention of depression, suicide and self harm in certain chapters in this book; if that bothers you in any way, please don't read. if you choose to, however, be warned. ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~
