Broken
I lay here nowThinking of what they said
My head hurts
Too much information
The words and the voices haunt me
Taunting and laughing
I decide
Enough
I grab that brush
Raising it high above that canvas
And I swipe the color red
It flies
My eyes
Tears
I plop down
And I whisper
' I'm too broken..'
And I fall
My life taken away
My last breath meant for you
but nobody came...
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