Mind, heart, body, soul are broken. Shattered to pieces. Can’t cry about it any longer, I can’t let them see my tears. Can’t scream any longer, I’ve lost all of my voice. Can’t talk anymore, they don’t listen.
I am cut into a thousand pieces. Torn. Every time I try patch myself up, but the bandages can’t hold the grief. Every time they slice me deeper, to a new level of hurt.
Sleep doesn’t heal the tiredness. If s a different tired. An aching tired. Tired of life, tired of living. Why live if my biggest ambition, biggest goal is to die. One goddamn promise. I am trustworthy. I wouldn’t break my word like they all did. I couldn’t hurt someone that way. I’m tired of living up to expectations, standards.
Tired of being broken.
Tired of fixing myself.
Tired of trying.
I’m tired if everything.
The words I was told broke my heart, tore my soul, simply killed me. I was shattered by the things you did.
Sticks and stones may break your bones, but words will surely kill you.
One day at a time, maybe I’ll forget what happened and pretend that something good could happen.
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Same here dude. 🙁