Broken

April 10, 2009
My will withers like the skin when it becomes old.



I am weak,



Pathetic,



Trivial.

I need to stay strong.
I have to.
I must.


I am desperate.

I am selfish.


Selfish,
Always thinking about myself.

What would they think? Would they blame themselves? Would they stare at me with clear disappointment in their eyes?

It’s not their fault.

It never was.

It’s mine.
All mine.
Only mine.

My fault I broke my skin.
My fault I cry so often.
My fault I feel so much pain.
My fault for why he doesn’t love me anymore.

I am the reason my beaten,


Battered,


Torn,


Tortured,
Heart wants to shrink and shrivel
Away, like a dead flower.

But,
I need to stand tall.
I cannot crumble.
I must not breakdown.




Yet.





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Truthwilprevail said...
Dec. 2, 2009 at 12:59 pm
Very nice! I assume you're talking about cutting here? (If not, please correct me!) Human will is a very interesting and strong thing. Sometimes you feel as if you are on top of the world and the next you feel as though you are the lowest of the low. Sometimes your will is strong enough to see past circumstances and see life and light in the distance and yet sometimes, your will is so weak you cannot say no, nor can you see past right now. Keep up the good work:)
 
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