Shattered

I cut myself to pieces
Against the shattered remains
Of what I should have been
Jagged edges pierce my skin
Blood wells and spills
Feel nothing, not anymore
Shattered feelings
Shattered heart
Nothing can fix me
No one can help
My own mind is a battlefield
Shrapnel flying everywhere
Peace no more
Chaos is my only friend
Sweat blinds me
Shattered pieces of my sanity
Lying on the floor

A hole inside

There's a hole inside me
Nothing seems to fit
There's a hole inside me
It's tearing me apart
I put on the mask
Of happiness and laughter
But the hole inside me
Just gets deeper
Nothing seems to fit

A (very) short story

She sat there with her headphones on, blasting Nirvana, The Cure, and other classic music that fit her mood. The pain she felt in her soul was almost too much to bear. The loneliness was crushing her, the isolation a suffocating vortex, she was surrounded by people but couldn't connect. It was more than her heart being broken, it was it being ripped out, stepped on, and thrown away, there wasn't even any pieces left to pick up. The lonely girl walking down the street, hood up, head down, not noticing that the people around her were trying to pull her out of the darkness and show her the way back to the realm of the living.

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Shattered glass
Shattered mind
Ideas that come before my time
Cuts are frequent
Pain a friend
Fractured thoughts in my head
Can't think straight
Darkness closing in
A light breaks through
Moments of clarity
A fleeting end