I was okay,
nothing was wrong
than all of the sudden
I end up here,
in the cold hard floor.
Back then
I didn't have problems
and my life
wasn't difficult at all,
as I used to think.
Of course,
I had responsibilities
and some issues,
but they weren't that big of a deal,
until that day...
I was never the same,
and now I am here,
bleeding out
in the bathroom
with the doors locked,
covering my mouth
to not make any sound,
as I cry out of...
fear?
pain?
agony?
tired of hiding?
I'm not quite sure.
All I knew
is that girl,
the one that I used to be
is now a mere ghost
of what I am now,
and unfortunately
there is no turning back now...
YOU ARE READING
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...
