Poor girl
Too afraid to share
One more secret?
Too afraid
It would hurt your precious little friends?
Well here's some news for you
Sunshine
You've hurt them bad already
You shouldn't have told them
Face it
You're just one more thing
They have to worry about
Shouldn't have told them
But it's too late now
So
About that other thing
Why don't you just
Let loose?
You can't damage them anymore
You tried to kill yourself, girlie
That doesn't just go away
Not even one time
Several times
But every time
Every single bloody time
Something stopped you
Before
It was fear
Or maybe family busting in
Just hide the blade, girl
You'll get another chance
But then
The latest ones
You were all set to go through with it
All set to take your own life
But then
There was him
He called you
Nothing big
Just to ask you
What time book club was
He saved you that day
Though he didn't know it
And probably never will
But now
He's gone
The next time it happens
There's no call coming
Poor girlie
He doesn't love you anymore
Now that he's out of the picture
Why don't you try?
One last time
YOU ARE READING
Broken
PoetryThis is the story of two entities. Her and I. One urging for pain, the other holding onto hope. These are her words. Her views. Her ideas. How much longer can I live with Her?
