I watched as my heart was wrenched out of my body.
I watched as the blade twisted into my chest,
And punctured my lungs so I couldn’t breathe.
As the sword withdrew,
My heart spilled out and lay beating on the floor,
And she didn’t even carry a look that indicated the words:
“I’m sorry.”
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 2:30 AM UTC
I watched as my heart was wrenched out of my body.
I watched as the blade twisted into my chest,
And punctured my lungs so I couldn’t breathe.
As the sword withdrew,
My heart spilled out and lay beating on the floor,
And she didn’t even carry a look that indicated the words:
“I’m sorry.”
An account of what happened when my friend ruined my high school life and told everyone my deepest insecurities, secrets, and weaknesses.
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