There is this time in my life.
Maybe it's now.
Maybe it was in the past.
But, it was whenever I would touch something, that thing would seem to break to shards.
I felt as if I could do nothing right.
My mind went wild on me.
My body wanted to give up.
I failed at school.
Lost friends.
Wouldn't the best thing for me was to just give the fuck up.
I tried to be normal.
I tried to fit in.
I tried not to break things with my touch.
But, I just ruined things.
I wish I could just be normal.
Skinny.
Perfect.
I wish I couldn't be sad all the damb time and have people ask me why I'm so damn depressed and me not have a fucking reason to it.
And the way that I'm sad makes me loose everyone.
I would talk to them.
And it would always end up in a fight.
I'd lose them.
But here I am.
I'm so fucking sorry I'm a mess up.
I'm so sorry I ruined everything for us.
We used to be best friends.
We'd do everything together.
But I had to go and mess everything up.
Like I always do.
I'm so fucking sorry.
YOU ARE READING
Sunflowers
Short StoryPoetry/ short stories 🌻 *this book isn't just about one specific person, when I state the word 'You' it's probably a different person in some parts*
