Despite the screaming in my head, the tears in my eyes
"I'm fine..."
Is what I said
"I'll be there in a few minutes..."
Then I put down the phone and ran into the street
My suicide
"An accident" they'll never say nor see that this was the perfect plan.

I forced myself to pretend that everything is okay and that i am my normal self, however deep down i was burning with pain,anger,sadness,hate and FEAR. The fear of heading back to the same hole where my brokenness began.

Home was the last place I'd hope to be.

You used my thighs to warm up your body,
my tears to freshen up from your hectic day,
my face a punching bag to let out all your frustrations,
My virginity to feel like a man and **** to feel control once more

My weakness was your strength
My tears were your joy

And I..
I....

I was left to pick up my broken self
I was left to deal with the depression by myself


I..
I  was broken to no point of return!