The broken clock

well its sad and includes references to self harm and lgbt hate so please dont read unless you want to , i suck at descriptions but i promise its good

The demons found you and I cried out for them not to kill you,

 

                “Just let him live !” I screamed but no sound would come out,

 

                                For the demons have took away my sound,

 

                                                Their hands wrapped around my throat  and then I began to choke,

 

                                                                I screamed “ I stared at the broken clocks! I can’t breathe     anymore! Let                                                                                                go of my heart! I promise not to live anymore!”

 

                                                                                                The sorrow trapped me , I hope you choke on                                                                                     your                                                                                                                         misery.

 

                                                                                                                This is the story ,

 

                                                                                                Of a girl whom once loved me,

 

                                                                                Her dreams were shattered,

 

                                                                Her love was destroyed,

 

                                                Society said they couldn’t see ,

 

                                The pain within that she ,

 

                Obviously showed to herself because of the slits on her wrist,

 

But this story has a twist you see?

 

                That girl was a boy ,

 

                                He was transgender and different too.

 

                                   “Hey society ! What the hell is wrong with you !”

 

                                                        “Do you hear his screams ? Now that he can no longer plead?”

 

                                                “F**k you and your Barbie dolls! People should be who they want to be!”

 

You kids reading this , the ones who scar their wrist .The ones  who burn their skin. Or bruise themselves just to feel something.

 

                Your beautiful and so are your scars , No matter what gender ,age, or race you are !

 

                                Next time you want to cut , burn or bruise read this and choose.

 

                                                Choose either to cut , burn, bruise or cry. That’s your choice tonight ,

 

If I were you I would choose to cry .

Author's Note

ITS OLD I HOPE YOU LIKE IT SORRY FOR THE WAY ITS LINED UP PLEASE REVIEW <3