Chapter 04: Depressed

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~♡~Trigger Warning: This chapter has sad/suicidal content (I'm putting '⚠️' if a sad content is coming)

Kirstin's POV
I knew it he didn't love me.
He maybe the one who always texts me first.
He maybe the one who ask how was my day.
He maybe the one who always listens to my problems.
He maybe the one who takes me home safely.
He maybe the one takes me everywhere I want.
The one who always waits for me.
The one who always patience of my temper.
The one who always forgive me.
The one who always take cares.
The one who always see me smart and independent women.

But...
One mistake
He didn't forgive me.
He walked away so easily.
He hates me so easily.
When I'm around him, he made me feel like I don't exist.
He doesn't even wanna see me
and say Hi.
Did he love me? He knows what I've been through right?
All my life I've been insecure

Just like that, he broke up with me to be with Anne.
He came home getting his things.
(Kirstin, Scott )
"Go smash a pot"
"Done"
"Is it broken?"
"Yes?"
"Now tell it you're sorry"
"Sorry?"
"Is it fixed?"
"Of course not!"
"Can you try glue?"
"Ok"
"Can you see cracks?"
"Yes"
"Will it still be broken when you leave it?"
"Yeah"
"Now you see? Now imagine that pot was me"
He's speechless and he continues to pack his stuff and walk outside without even looking at me.
How can I trust a person who never keeps their promises and expects me to be happy about it?
I'm fine,(I'm not help me)
I'm full, (I starve myself)
I'm well and feeling awesome,(I feel like sh*t and it hurts to move )
I'm okay,(Is it okay for me to die yet?)
My heart, BROKEN
My voice, CRACKED
My legs, WEAK
My eyes, FULL OF TEARS
I don't know what to do in my life...
I'm emotionally DONE mentally DRAINED and spiritually DEAD.
Stars have faded, And blades come out, Tears are spilled and thoughts are drowned.
Sad,alone,empty.Waiting for someone to break me out of this shell, Useless silver thread of hope, What is the point of this life?
Cutting, crying, slowly dying, blood spilled everywhere, tears staining the cloth, dead thoughts plauging in my head.

I never asked any of this to happen, I don't want to do it anymore...

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A/N: I'm always here when you need someone to talk to. It's okay to feel sad,you aren't weak or defective and there is hope💗

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