I am a thousand pieces of wreckage. Burning, broken, irreparable. I am everything I never wanted
to be.
Stifled,
suffocating,
no one to mend me.
Break my bones. Cut my wrists. Show me mercy by doing whatever you have to do to
kill me.
I am broken, I am rubbish.
I am something to burn.
Watch the smoke and then forget
I was ever here.
Goodbye my loves.
It is not your fault but mine.
I really fucked it up this time.
Didn’t I my dear?
I don’t mean it to be selfish.
I don’t mean it to cause more pain, more disappointment,
more dismay.
I am sorry for all of it.
I am sorry for me.
I just don’t want to be here
anymore.
Mindless Peace 
You ok?
livelovelaugh posted: “I am a thousand pieces of wreckage.Burning, broken, irreparable. I am everything I never wanted to be. Stifled, suffocating, no one to mend me. Break my bones. Cut my wrists. Show me mercy by doing whatever you have to do to “
Writing helps.
Don’t know what to think about this. Dark and gloomy, it doesn’t reflect who you really are.
We both know God views us differently you are listening to the lies of the enemy. He promises to make beauty from ashes. I am praying for you.
Thank you!
This has always helped me reset.
Geneviève, I do not care for this one. Life has many mountains and valleys, we grow during one of them. If this is fact…the heartbreak you feel will soon be your strength. Grow and remember for every thorn there blooms a beautiful ‘Rose.’
Marilyn Norris
I like this comment so much more than the torturous poem I wrote.