Beaten.
Raving voices inside your head.
Omniscient life styles.
Killing demons, but failing.
Eaten alive by the monsters living inside of you.
Nothing. That's how you feel. Like nothing.
Broken people lead to people's problems.
Suicide isn't the answer because it breaks more people down.
What if it is the answer?
What if the world just suddenly ended and the only way out was suicide?
Why can't suicide be simple?
Broken is how I feel.
How I have been for a while.
bro-ken;
1. having been fractured or damaged and no longer in one piece or in working order.
2. (of a person) having given up all hope; despairing.
That's how most people are; broken.
Torn.
Falling apart.
Nearly clinging on to that one spark of hope.
Thinking of suicide.
Thinking of cutting.
Thinking of dying.
Thinking of ending it all.
They're just lost voices screaming for help but no one seems to hear them.
They want help, but they're two afraid of getting hurt.
They get hurt.
They hurt themselves.
People laugh and hurt them again.
They hurt themselves again.
Its a repeated process.
A process that leaves the most broken people, shattered to pieces.
They already have stained tear streamed faces, broken skin, and a shattered heart.
All these bullies do to torment them is say one thing, one thing that'll kill them inside.
They hide the pain through a smile they don't particularly mean.
They create these fake smiles and fake laughs to mask up the pain so everyone thinks they're okay.
They want to have someone to have faith in them.
They want someone to tell them it'll be alright and that they can cry.
They want a shoulder to lean on.
They want someone to care.
But the truth in their eyes is, no one will.
No one will care.
No one will even bother to help.
This is what leaves them so..
broken..
