(TW- slight violence and language)

I always have been a forgetful person,

I think back to the steps I took when I last

had the item I now need in this moment.

This time I know that won’t help me.

I lost this thing forever and I can never take it back, find it, or see it ever again.

It’s nonexistent now.

The pieces I glue onto myself to fill the gaps.

They can only do so much.

They took a lot of me..

Leaving me in a void of emptiness.

I haven’t been myself ever since then.

Maybe I can find the right pieces to glue back on again.

One day I know I’ll feel complete.

The pain is excruciating and unbearable.

I can do this for one more day one more moment, come on…

Each day has turned into thousands of years at this point.

They really fucked me up how did I never notice the blood pouring out my side?

huh… that’s strange.. they told me I was fine!

I’m fine right?…

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞’𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧..

Why are people so cruel?

They took every piece of me and still wanted more.

Now I’m invisible, nonexistent, and forgotten.

I knew this would happen!

I’m so stupid for doing absolutely nothing about it…