There are times when I think to myself is it even worth it?
Those moments, when you are at your worst.
Those moments, when you can't escape your brain, and it beings to play games.
Those moments, when you find yourself thinking of the things you do wrong, and when nothing is right
Those moments, which you battle against to keep away, but always find a way to stay.
Deep... Deep down in your heart, in those days, you feel as if you were a mistake
You feel useless, you feel weak, and you hate every living heartbeat, that keeps you here.
You feel like drowning and falling apart, and putting an end once in for all.
An escape, somewhere to go, or maybe nowhere at all.
A place or a home, where no one could found you although deep down you wish so.
Those moments, are the moments you feels missing, as if a piece of you has been lost, or maybe there was just a lot of filling to cover it up
Maybe in those moments is when you are the most closests to yourself, when you are alone, and there is no one else.
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Fragments of the Broken
Teen FictionJournal of broken pieces, where broken hearts and broken people lie on. Where you'll find things that you might've felt at a time or seen before your eyes. A projection, an art expression of things we keep, things we see. We are all Wallflowers, and...
