Broken

Via

-xx Anonymous #1// I stare at the lake.

 It is clear.

Like the sky.

But my mind is not.

I can't help it.

I pull the brown hair away from my face.

 The face I once loved. 

The face that was once me.

I am different now.

I am careful now.

Everything will be okay,

I tell myself.

But although my ears can hear by words,

my heart can not.

I am broken. \\

-xx Anonymous #1

not sure what i should call this... a storem? story/poem