She was broken. Not because of the stupid boy who used her for her body and broke her heart when it wasn’t good enough anymore. Not because of the professor who said she’d never amount to anything when she stood up in front of the class and shared a piece of her heart in the form of a poem. Not because of the friends who abandoned her when she needed them the most because they were too busy to see that she didn’t want to ignore their calls but the depression wouldn’t let her answer. No, not because of them but because of life. She was broken because day after day she gave it her all until finally she got tired of losing, got tired of being beat down. She got beat down so much that eventually she learned it was easier just to stay there. She was broken because she always thought that life was her friend and if she treated it right, it would treat her right back but she didn’t believe that anymore. Life hit her until she went from cracked to broken and now she’ll never be whole again.
(via ifthenightcouldtalk)













