She couldn't help but to let it sink in.
As if she was a broken ship, and slowly,
Oh so slowly, she sunk
Deeper and deeper,
into a place she finds herself,
surrounded by her drowning thoughts,
and the darkening blue feelings she always has
Oh there, right there,
Were the screams are inaudible,
Were every word comes as a gurgle or forced shut for it never to be spoken,
Were her tears would be easily passed unnoticed by the salty water surrounding her body,
Were her breathes were suppressed
and her heart would be the last thing she would ever hear.
There, right there,
She found herself every now and then.
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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...
