Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.
Drip. Oh would you look at that your bleeding.
Ping. Ping. Ping. Ping.
You dropped something I wonder what it was.
Plop. Plop. Plop. Plop.
Tears stream down your face and into your hands with a Plop.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
The clock ticks and tocks driving you into a slow insanity.
........ what did you do?..........what did you drop?... why are you crying?...
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Well that was the second chapter hope you liked it.
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BROKEN♡
PoetryThis book is simply me showing you how I feel as I break into pieces. As my heart and mind shatter. As my body aches at the pain others caused. Cause this is how I express how BROKEN I really am.
