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Shatter me

Raikah Tafannun Jawad
Dec 24, 2024·3 min read
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Shatter me.

I feel the chills

Run down my spine

Spreading throughout my body

Like the winter cold.

Freezing me eternally.

For what seems like forever,

My breath quickens

Hands tremble,

Shaky breaths exit my mouth,

Tears begin to form,

And they silently fall,

As I lose my composure

I look down as my mind wanders with negativity

I glance up only to find myself looking back down again

The harsh words echo into the empty atmosphere

I flinch in response

Not knowing

What to say,

What to do,

What to think,

What to feel,

‘Your not enough, you never will be’

I feel like my heart shatter into a million pieces

That was it.

The final blow.

The warmth of the fire I felt between us

Gone.

Like a blown candle

The loud voice stops

Disappearing into the darkness

The cruel words still linger in my mind

Fresh and solid,

My heart feels too heavy

Tears continue to fall

As I drop to the ground

Clutching my chest in pain

Soft sobs break out

Filling the empty void

I never knew I could hurt so hard

Breathing was never hard,

Hands never trembled

Tears never fell

I try to calm down but I can't

I never the everlasting pain such minimalistic words could bring,

But now I do.

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