My weary bones shatter at the slightest sight of you.
You are the personification of my demons; it's true.
I'm bound by chains of the pain you've caused me.
How dare you haunt me in this godforsaken city!
I'm battered and bruised; how can you even gloat?
You drank poison and used me as your scapegoat.
I'm not your savior, so why did you sacrifice me?
You reek of treachery. I bet you'd do it to anybody.
I'm not the high you seek, I left you all alone.
I was a jewel you could see but never own.
You couldn't have me, so you destroyed me instead.
You laughed when I shattered, and I wished you were dead.
By some random miracle, I got up and picked up the pieces.
I wake up every day clinging to my saving graces.
The recovery is difficult and excruciatingly slow.
One thing's for sure, you've made a lifetime foe.
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Journal of a Broken Person
RandomThis is a collection of my late night journal entries as I navigate through the terrible things that people have done to me. This also contains conversations with myself as I wallow in self-loathing for all the things I want it to be but can't seem...
