don't mind me. just another broken thing, lying on the floor, pieces of me scattered around my shattered body, little shards of a girl abandoned, don't mind me. just another casualty, another "man down", another night spent crying in the darkness of my room, wondering he loves me, he loves me not- not knowing which one is worse. but don't worry, you can repair me with an "i'm sorry" and "it won't happen again" like you do every time. don't mind me. just an empty thing, hollowed out by the sharpness of your words, drained by your infidelity, exhausted by the "i'm fine" and "its okay", the lies i tell to keep my friends close and my darkness away. because nobody wants a broken thing. don't mind me. just let me be hurt again and again and again and again, until there's nothing left to hurt, until there's nothing left to bruise, until there's nothing left to abuse, until there's nothing left. i would say don't mind me, but now there's nothing left to mind, a broken thing broken too many times.
