Broken.

Broken

You. You broke me. And it hurts.
Trust, happiness, hope.
Love.
You took it from me.
I tried to hold on to reality, clinging to any other lights in the darkness.
Turns out there were none.
Everything was gone.
Your light shined so bright in my darkness, that I didn’t notice all the other lights fading. Disappearing. Strangled by the lack of room your light left in my life.
Now the darkness has taken over, and I can’t see anything.
It’s so dark, I’m blinded.
So quiet, that it hurts my ears.
It’s lonely in this place.
I feel lost. Sad.
Crying, till I’m empty of tears.
Screaming, till my lungs explode.
It’s you. You stole everything, that let me know, I was still alive.
Joy. Pain. And everything else.
Knifes still hurts me. Fire still burns me.
But I can’t feel the pain.
I’m numb. Except for my soul. And my heart. Those parts still hurt.
I can hear my soul tearing, the insanity creeping up my spine.
I used to live. To fly. But you broke my wings, and I fell.
Look at me now.
Alone. Crumpled on the ground. I’m broken.
A broken girl.