9.18.10
I'm aching, I'm breaking,
I don't know what to make of this mess.
It's slowly killing me, yet making me stronger.
You'll never know the pain you've caused, wounds you've made, or that damage you've
done.
Why?
Because you're just an average boy,
like every other,
who will never understand the complexity of this broken girls mind.
let me tell you,
you can't break what's already broken.
Copyright © Macey Close | Year Posted 2010
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