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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