(Mentions of self harm/ extreme)
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Broken.
The strings in my heart are pulling and it hurts.
My chest hurts.
My heart hurts.
And now my wrist hurts.
I wish I was addicted to something else.
A cigarette,
An alcoholic drink,
Anything that will take the pain away and make me feel like myself again.
Even if it only last's for a while,
I'd do anything.
Anything to feel normal again.
Drugs are bad,
But blades are worse.
Alcohol fucks up your liver,
Knifes fuck up your wrists.
Nothing is good anymore.
Not even my mind.
Broken is the only way to describe this feeling yet unfixable comes close, I may be broken but that doesn't mean you can just fix my broken parts with super glue.
You can't just tape my shattered heart back together and pretend like nothing happened.
Shattered mirrors with shattered smiles.
Sad eyes with sad lies.
And, you...
YOU ARE READING
Septiplier One shots
Fiksi PenggemarDifferent short stories and poems about two lovers. Also- Most of these are more of a vent, I use Septiplier to present it but Most of it is my story.
