My broking heart is like a million pieces.
Pieces I can’t put together even if I try to.
“Look”. Looking down at these pieces makes it even worst to know why they broke in the first place.
Tears start to fall down from my eyes to my brown skin cheeks. Can’t face the fact why I cry.
All around me, I see nothing but dark clouds forming faster then a blink of an eye.
I knew right then and there I was getting angry.
I felt my broking pieces on the floor beating, and beating, harder and harder.
All I knew right then and there I wanted to stab him, stab him right in the heart where it would hurt the most.
“ Feel my pain and sorrow you have cause me. Step in my darkness that I call shadow of death, and try to breath the dark air of my pitch of hell to your soul.”
He looked at me with a fear in his eyes.
Trying to think of a way to hide from what I am now dark of hell, till death do us part.