Broken

Those words. Saturated with venom. Flooded with malice. Soaked with hate. Telling you that you are not good enough. Dripping. Words splashing, falling, dropping, dripping. Making a mess of everything. Drip. Drip. Drip. The constant, never ending sound of leaking poison, echoing in the mind. Sometimes so loudly you feel you are going to go … Continue reading Broken