my scars reminded me of who i am. the deeper they were, the longer i held on. they were my tattoos without ink, a reminder of what i fought and what i endured.
it hurts the most to be fooled by someone you love. it feels almost like being pushed down a million flights of stairs. each step stabbing into your heart. those scars would never heal.
it'll take time to trust again, i know not everyone is like you. you make me sick to my core. i wanted to vomit the foolishness you said to me.
did it make you happy? knowing you broke me into shards? knowing that i'm existing in this space with only the happy memories hiding the bad ones? my heart truly pangs at the thought of you. i wanted to be in love, and you wanted a voodoo doll.
control hurt, and ruin.
i still remember your touch, it falsely played off as tender and calm. but you showed me that i was wrong, that your touch could be poisonous. the longer it stayed the iller i got. and i truly got tired of being sick.
the of the book. the pages ripped out
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loss for words
Poetryevery day I'm left at a loss for words. ✘CW: mentions of suicide and self-harm © 2017-2023 alexxiajay, all rights reserved *i wrote this collection in 2017, i have only updated it recently. (fixed some grammatical errors, and changed a few things, b...
