A little black dress for a little broken girl.
Yeah broken.
Usually black was my happy colour; but if it was my happy colour today then, I'm more screwed up than I thought.
If black was really my happy colour then I sure as hell wouldn't be wearing it today.
I wouldn't have slammed my door on the few people who acted like they wanted to help. I wouldn't be clutching my knees for dear life. I wouldn't have eyes which seemed to never stop flowing. I wouldn't be smashing everthing I could get my hands on. I wouldn't be seeing a thick red liquid seep from my thighs down to my ankles. I wouldn't be wishing for me to take your place. I wouldn't be hoping to wake up and this is all a terrible, sick, twisted dream.
I wouldn't be praying that we didn't fight. I wouldn't be questioning why I didn't stop you.
No.
I'd be sitting right next to you, Mum.
Soooooo....... how'd you guys like it? I'm trying ok. Please comment and vote!!
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Shades of Blue// Original Story ~Currently Slow Updates~
Teen Fiction'You're ripped at every edge but you're a master piece.' I just want to feel normal, like I matter, like I mean something. That I'm valid. That I'm not just insane. are you insane like me? Cover made by the incredibly talented @hesitant-pilots
