It’s turning into self doubt, the fear of hurting others is turning into the fear of others not wanting me.

You saw your chance and you took it,
Your already cold body colliding with the soft metal of the bus.
It bent beneath you,
It’s particles moving to create a coffin for your lifeless body.
The day your heart stopped is not the day you died,
You died the day your feelings turned blue, and your skin pale,
The day you cast off the world, and the people that belong with you.
We all noticed the difference, the feeling less stare, the limp hugs.
But we didn’t act fast enough, by the time we noticed,
The light in your eyes had already gone out,
The blue that was once so clear and icy, had become melted and glittery,
With the tears you drowned your interest for life in.

Our generation is the most broken because our minds are clearer, and brighter. We think in a more realistic manner, and since the world before us is a ruin we are broken by our open eyes.

I always think of her at night, the loneliness has time to spread from my heart to my brain to tell it what I miss and who I need.

I hope i never loose you, even though i feel like i’m loosing myself again.

My friends tread carefully around me as though they step in glass. Maybe I’ve been broken longer than I thought and maybe when you touched my mind and my body then left me in the dark, falling into broken shards I wasn’t falling into newly shattered pieces but into a puddle of glass you had helped me forget.