Broken.

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I feel the blood trickling down my arms as the blade pierces my skin.

I feel the tears soaking my shirt as the pain never seems to go away. 

I'm always alone, always in pieces.

Every corner I turn another part of me drops.

Its hard to always live like this. Its hard to always deal with this. 

No one around me can see it.

 No one around me can feel it, because like always, I hide behind my mask.

You hurt me a lot.

You have broken me into pieces.

How are you so okay. How can you do this to me yet be perfectly fine.

Im not going to say that you deserve to feel the way I feel, because no one deserves to feel this way.

I hide behind walls when I see you walk by.

I have sleepless nights because of how scared I am for the next day, because I know that it is going to be the exact same all over again.

You'll break me, rip me, and tear me into pieces all over again.

People around us will see this but they will not do anything about it. 

They will not say a word, because you scare them too. 

Maybe one day I'll just end it all, maybe one day I'll just leave the world and let you find another victim to torture.

Maybe I'll leave just like others before me.

Will that make you feel better?

Will it make you feel accomplished?

That you ended a life just cause you had nothing better to do.

I won't let you do that though. 

I won't let you break me any longer.

You have hurt me enough.

Its my turn to say something.

You, my friend, are not getting anywhere by doing this.

Maybe there is a reason as to why you're doing this, maybe you are treated the same way on the inside.

Treating me like this will not help you become a better person.

Im not against you. 

Im with you.

There are always reasons behind actions.

I hope you had one too.

I hope you realised how worthless you made me feel.

It doesn't have to be this way, it doesn't have to hurt.

It'll all be okay.

I won't let you get to me any longer.

I will stand up.

I will fight.

I will show you what you did to me

I will show you the scars

I will show it all

I will thank you, cause you my friend, made me stronger.


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