Some say in the end family is the only thing we have left.
What if family is the thing that leaves us with nothing?
it hurt when I stumbled across her.
she was like broken glass all along the floor.
but it was beautiful and my curiosity got the best of me.
I remember looking at her and all I could see was pain.
she had this insane look of desperation; you could almost feel it.
and yet her eyes were still hollow; like the life had been sucked out of her.
I wanted to pick up her pieces.
I wanted to put her back together.
and so I tried. I really did.
I got a little cut along the way.
the more I tried to fix her the more fragile I became myself but I didn’t care.
I wanted to see her happy.
every time I made her laugh I thought about how I wanted to make her laugh forever.
she was getting better.
eventually she was put together enough to get up and walk away.
but she didn’t take me with her.
and I’ve been stuck sitting here where I first found her.
wondering if the pieces left on the floor are hers or mine.
I should probably get the fuck up.
THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL OHMYGOD
This actually fucking hurt to read.
THIS HURT SO MUCH TO READ
Oh my god, this is so heartbreaking yet so fucking beautiful to read. Just wow, I’m speechless.
It takes only one person one word to cause that one motion that will end everything.
The shallow cuts reflect the deep dark chasms that no bandaid or long sleeve can cover.
She breathed heavily as the anxiety
Seeped out of her skin.
Friends come and go.
Family comes and goes.
Sadly, Im not sad.
It creeps in through your pores.
It seeps in the crevices.
It pumps through your veins.
And once it roots itself,
It gnaws away at you.
Every ounce of matter in you feels its demanding presence.
Your sweaty palms.
Your shortened breath.
Your quickened pulse.
Your straining vein.
Every part of you screams it.
Every part of you craves relief.
But only your heart knows.
There is none.
Why’d you leave me so early?
When the pain subsides
We’ll be able to see clearly
But until then
The cigarettes will continue burning a hole in my lungs
The pills in my stomach
The razors in my wrists
And your words in my heart.