I've been badly broken

Beaten down so far I don't even recognize myself

All I have left are bits and pieces of what I once was

Shardes of my life

Thats all I have left to give

Just the rubble of what once was

I hope its enough for you

I didn't see how toxic he was unitl someone showed me love and it wasn't him.

If I had met you before everything happened you would have been
an icy shock through my veins,

but after everything I've been through, im numb to the cold.

How did that happen?

Was it you? or me?

Why did you look to me?
Why didn't I look away?

How long did we sit there,
before the bus shook us back into reality?

Was it 5 seconds? a minute or two?

Who knows.

But it changed everything

young writers arent hard to spot.

their writings will scream their age

words full of hormones

and stories not revised

just their thoughts spewed out onto the page