He broke me,
Took my heart and trampled it,
Took my soul and shattered it,
Told me I was useless,
Told me I was painful,
Then he left me,
Lost,
and afraid,
and disgusted.
I knew I couldn't fix it,
I knew I couldn't hide it.
So as my world collapsed,
and my mind became splintered,
I told them to end it.
Told them to put the gun to my head,
and to finally
pull
the
trigger,
So that my body would be as broken,
As I already knew it was.
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Short StoryEvery picture tells a story, And every story paints a picture, So why can I not use a picture to tell a story? I do not own any of these pictures. All works in this book are fiction. (Please let me know if you would like me to tag anyt...
