Cries that wrack my body. Pillows mask the sound. I've held it in all day. But now I've broken down. The cut has left its mask. My heart is split in two. No longer can I bring myself to be okay for you.
You are not to blame. How could you even see that while your heart breaks for her, that's what's breaking me. I've tried to be a good friend. I've tried to be there until the end. It's hard to keep my distance. It hurts t stay near. It hurts that you don't trust me with this burden that you bear. Lying in this darkness, thoughts keep me awake. Think of all these situations and breaking from the weight, not knowing what to do, not knowing what to say, not knowing how to comfort you and make it all okay. I feel like I am useless, no good to fix the joint and really I have come to realise I've reached my breaking point.
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Breaking Point
PoetryJust some mini stories and poems that I have written about hurt, pain, suffering, and broken hearts.
