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 May 2015 Melanie
Kurt LaVacque
Nothing I write can put forth the right attitude to this situation that keeps getting written about
I could shout at the clouds that world is not enough
But will that help
Will anything help this distasteful look to the side like I don't matter
Might as well shatter what's left of my bones in which have detached only themselves
From feeling anymore pain than they've already felt
You have brought the sadness in me to new heights
Climbing to the top isn't as fun the second time
Twice
I'm just your shadow
Hollow with emptiness that you fill me up with 
Just another day in the life of me and my best friend
I've got the glass half empty kind of view on life 
As it were underlined in white
My sight still not the best
I'm as short as I was in grade school
But that didn't seemed to matter as much back then 
So many words we would say about how we were together 
Different than the others
Perfect
We can live forever
Those words must not mean anything since you seemed to forget them more and more
I'm sorry if you're bored I'll try to be different more exciting
Unlike the sediment that keeps decomposing around me
I just miss you 
I miss the way we would talk about
Anything
And it kills me to never see you alone without your phone and your other half that think that she owns 
You
Were just a forgotten verse In the chorus of you and her
So then there's me
Cursed with a thousand hearts to roam the sea alone
Never shown which way to go
I just keep writing till I find my other muse
To invest the rest of my time in
Before this becomes a bruise
To the girls who are secretly so broken
You WILL be alright
I know you have scars on your soul
Maybe your heart
Possibly your wrists
None of this is your fault
And even if you think it is
Let it go
Not that you can, that easily
But try
I know you are broken
I know you're not okay
Especially when people ask how you are and you answer "I'm fine"
When what you really mean is "I'm alive"
But what do you really care about your own survival anymore
Well I just want you to know
There is beauty in broken glass
And to me
There is immeasurable beauty
In broken girls
So don't you ever forget
You cannot be defined by pain
You're too beautiful for that
Stay strong, broken girl
Nothing is ever really broken
Repost if you are a broken girl. So this message may reach as many of you as possible.

I am here for you. I may just be a sloth but if you message me: I'm fine.
Just randomly it will be our code for "I'm not fine at all" and I will be there for you.
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