The scars from our story they never heal do they? All those words, they were nothing but lies. All the joy, it's nothing but pain, pain you drowned me in. I won't be another girl telling you I gave you my everything or crying at you're feet begging for your mercy. I won't let you see the pain you gave me just so you can enjoy the satisfaction. The satisfaction of seeing these scars you left in my heart, that pulse within my skin. The dried blood that ran down my fingertips, in those helpless hours surrounded by broken glass.We always had our battles I use to think I'd win but I guess you were always a few steps ahead of me.
YOU ARE READING
The Battles of Depression
Short StoryThings that I wrote when I was down maybe a few of you will understand may even help some of you who do.
