Fragment 🥀 | ✓ #EndBullying

🥀 from a fragment to colours:

A/N: Before you all start reading, I just wanted to say that I've been bullied for more than half of my life so I apologize in advance if I happen to go too deep. And as well as this, another thing- this is the first contest I'm ever doing of my 2-year life in wattpad so please excuse me if this is bad. My main form of writing isn't poetry in case you were wondering so I hope it's not too blargh. With all that said, I hope you enjoy! :)

🥀from a fragment to colours~

I

Like shattered glass

she floats on the stone cold floor

it isn't any different as last time,

after all, it's the usual occurrence

that happens.

 what feels 

like every millisecond

of hate

turn into different fragments,

broken 

and 

scattered

anywhere the visible eye

can perceive.

II

there's no point in screaming, crying tears-

into her pillow

that no one will hear

for the 365th time,

is there?

III

she doesn't mean anything in the world

and who gives a damn about

the fact that each individual is unique

because she certainly doesn't feel like that

worthless like a rock