Breakingbekka

Alone and broken, the only one left. The one with nothing but a whole in her chest. The whole was once full, but now ripped out, broken in two. For 2 years it was vibrant, it flurished and grew. Through this time, she felt loved and alive. But not knowing it was all trick, off which you thrived. Deeper and deeper she fell, every breathe for you. Hoping you would make it better, whisk her away out of the blue. She dreamed of the day, youd meet her and share a kiss But all she see's is battered fists. The walls tell tales of the pain shes seen So much trauma and heartache at only seventeen. "its better to have loved and lost" .. Wh