𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 | 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝

twenty four

i remember every time i cried, it was because of him. then i would play out on the ice, as if nothing had happened. my tears would freeze on my cheeks and i would have to spray water on my face to rid myself of the warmth because I wanted to be cold.

to rid myself of the numbness i cut my finger on my skate, and then use hockey tape to soak up the blood leaking from my wound.

i just wanted to feel something, but now i learned that i don't want to feel.