A word said ,
A word kept.
For the love of him
She had never slept.
A word said,
A word left.
Stole her heart;
Master Theft.
An open wound,
A broken soul.
Never had she once,
felt so cold.
Shattered her in pieces,
leaving her behind
as all of the thoughts
pace her mind.
She was never enough ,
though she had thought
a big tough battle,
for she had fought.
Scabs were picked at,
and wounds would open
but she
no longer feels
completely broken.
YOU ARE READING
Its Okay To Hurt.
Non-FictionLife can get the best of us. I want you to know you aren't alone. You are never alone.
