Shattered
Inside wasn’t any better.
I thought it might’ve been easier in the warmth.
Nope.
I decided to change my clothes.
Maybe that would make me feel better.
Nope.
I kept saying “It’s not your fault”.
I was thinking I could forget.
Not a chance.
I had to come back to real life.
I wanted to yell and scream.
I did.
I threw pillows.
I threw plates.
I threw the picture.
It shattered.
She was gone.
Shattered.
The picture,
Shattered.
I was,
Shattered.
The End
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Hi! This is my first ever written thingy on Protag!! WoOoOoOo!! I might be continuing this as some kind fo story, but I'm not sure yet. Feel free to critique. Hope you like it! Please comment and rate!!-Hugs and Kisses! Cay xo)
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