BROKEN
I'm broken.
Beyond repair.
I had known that for a long time.
I had hidden that about for myself for a long time.
I had taken my shattered pieces, and swept the tiny shards under the rug.
And acted as if nothing was wrong.
Put a smile on.
Laughed and joked.
As if there was nothing wrong.
As if everything was okay.
Even though everything was not okay.
But they didn't need to know that then.
They would realize now.
Just how wrong everything was.
Just how broken I was.
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Final Thoughts ✔️
RandomEveryone has thoughts. These are my final ones. ••• WARNING: This story contains mentions of suicide and suicidal thoughts. Neither are meant to offend anyone. If you are experiencing suicidal thoughts, this story may not be for you. Also, please...
