I was not put here for you to fix
I did not go hell for Satan to try and make me feel better
you wanted me to beg for help
eyes glossy and lips chapped, the perfect image of a broken girl
to you
but you will not 'fix' me
you can not undo my fears
you can not stop my shaking
nothing will make me turn to you
you do not deserve that power
the power
the puffed ego
knowing you made the broken girl happy
bragging about how you fixed my panic attack
holding your head high as I cowered in your shadow
all you saw was you
the pride of fixing me
you never fixed me
I just learned how to fix myself
YOU ARE READING
make me forget
Poetrywhen a bone breaks it grows back stronger i broke and i will make myself strong enough to make angels weep and satan himself fear me (daily updates)
