BeautifulMistake

LesbianGirlWholeNewWorld
2014-04-14 11:50:23 (UTC)

Broken.

When they say you can't die from a broken heart, they were right. But the pain is what makes you wish you were dead.

I laid there, alone. Trying to open my eyes. The right one was swollen shut and I could barely see out of the left one. My sides hurt so bad I could barely breath. I looked around. I was in the bed I usually slept in. But this time it was different, because the last thing I remember was hitting the floor not the bed.

She was so angry. The last thing I remember was a blow to the right side of my face. Alcohol was definitely a factor. I am not sure what to make of everything.

The only thing that hurts the most is my heart. My poor poor heart. I make a promise to myself right now to never feel this way again. I won't let you take from me what I have worked so hard to overcome.




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