Hell.
When you left me my entire being shattered.
It fractured from head to toe,
Leaving me on the floor, alone, and crying.
Shards of glass exploded in my heart.
Cutting loose all the times I stayed optimistic,
Releasing forgotten memories as hell escaped through my mouth.
YOU ARE READING
We Called it Love.
PoetryA collection of tales written by a depressed poet. Inspired by the boy who promised he'd never break her. These are the faults in my heart.
