right?
you didnt break me.
because it was never your job to break me.
your job was to fix me, well
at least i thought tt was.
you made me realize.
that no one can really save me.
not even myself.
i have been broken so long.
i forgot what it feels like to be whole.
i stopped trying to put myself back together.
i just let the pieces lie on the floor.
but anyways.
no hard feelings.
right?
This poem is about:
Me