I say it dosen’t hurt me
I say I’m fine.
This isn’t your typical teenage faze
Where I hate everything
Where I want to die
Where I fake depression and Anxiety
This is a 16 year old crying
Crying for thier mother’s life
But see mother
He broke something that was already
Broken
In all this dispair I tried to become a handy man
But this handy man was old and rusty
This handyman wasn’t so good at It's job
This handy man lost
It’s hope
It’s voice
It’s heart
And was left with nothing
I tried to explain
I can no longer repair
For you see
A broken Hand
Can’t repair a broken heart
For he broke you
And you broke your handy man
I wrote this almost three years ago I honestly forgot this page even existed. I dont know why I'm posting this I was only 16 when I wrote this Maybe one day I'll be inspired to write again But for what ever reason I found it today I guess It's only right to share it.