and not end yourself,
don't throw yourself ,
in this heartbreaking finish,
but you still drove recklessly,
its like your car named life crashed against a dead end,
a dead end yet you weren't dead?
You were hurt, injured, bleeding crying for help,
but no one bothered.
No one bothered because there was no broken glass next to you,
no solid evidence of any bad thing happing,
there was only a broken you,
with your broken soul and your shattered heart,
It was only you who tried to help,
only you to love yourself,
but I guess one wasn't enough,
the invivible scars weren't enough,
they weren't enough so you added more,
you took blades and sliced your arms up,
blood dripped from your cuts as you tried to regain your breath,
but all you got was ignorance,
all you had was that sharp blade,
but when you tried to show it to them,
they just didn't believe you,
they said "Oh young child! You don't actually know what its like" or "You're fine, stop being so over dramatic",
and your thoughts scream through your mind,
"Trust me the drama will be over soon, along with me"
you scream till your hearts content,
yet your mind refuses to accept,
so that suffocated scream remains in you,
just like your bruised soul,
Broken heart,
and the broken you,
and I know because your brusied soul is my own,
your broken heart belongs to me,
the broken you is the broken me.
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I don't have much to say about this. I hope you like it♡
Love,
Mephoria.
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