little girl, big thoughts.
Little pieces, one by one.
My mind goes, oh how have you won.
Successfully, you tore me apart.
Looking at the remains of my broken heart.
Are you happy? Did you mean it?
That I ruin everything, just like you said.
That you hate me, just like you said.
Words are too much, too much for my heart.
In the midst of wondering around the darkness,
Not only did I lose my light,
But also myself,
While trying to find you.
Come back. I need you.
Walking around with a heavy heart.
My feet, sinking into the floor.
Devouring my whole, my all.
Now unable to go forward.
It’s becoming heavier and heavier.
It’s heavy, yet, it’s empty.
Oh, the irony.
Faded little scratches,
Back in the skin.
Making something lighter,
And everything else heavier.
I finally know how to ease myself. It may be temporary, but I can do it repeatedly without running out of skin.
Broken.
Bleeding.
Begging for help.
Bring me back to life.
Build me up again.
Burn me down.
Break me.
sad words are back in ink and paper from the heart of the broken.
I’m sad. You’re making me sad.
You’ve been making me sad a lot lately.
But no worries. I still love you. I’m still happy with you.
Just not right now.
my mind 