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A Bunch of Fuckin' Bullshit

I am still so broken.

By Chloe InsleyPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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I am stuck.

I do not know

Where I am.

Where I am

Going?

I am

Here.

But where is here?

I wish I could say

That I knew,

That anyone knew.

But that’s the point.

Nobody knows.

Nobody will ever know.

No body

Except this one.

I don’t think

I could say.

I know

For a fact that

You never will.

I wouldn’t either.

But it’s not

About me.

It’s about what

You did.

This is not something

That can be undone.

It is something that I

Have to live with

As do you.

But if you can do it

All so easily

Why can’t I?

I know why.

But that makes me sicker

Than what really happened.

Not that bullshit

You decided to tell.

I know

What happened.

I was there

So were you.

I have tried so hard

To make it go away

Maybe too hard.

Maybe that is

The problem.

Maybe.

Maybe it is

Not my problem

But yours.

But then why

Do I make it to be?

You

Did this.

You

Put me here.

No.

I have always been

Here.

This is

Mine.

It has always been

Mine.

You took that from me.

You stole me

From me.

I cannot go back.

I cannot go forward.

I cannot stay.

I cannot leave.

You left me here

Stuck

In myself

A place

I now hate.

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