Shards
I wonder sometimes
how such minor things,
like words,
can hurt me so badly
and cut me so deeply so deep
into thousands of pieces
shards
of me
only me
and my pain
alone in this world
and I bleed,
remembering my weaknesses.
Not my strengths.
Strengths?
What is strength?
not me
not me,
for I am
powerless.
Inside myself,
waiting…
waiting…
for my refuge.
But while I wait,
helpless,
I will bleed.
A/N I wrote this in Ginny's POV but I don't have a story behind it. if you want me to write one, say so and i'll try.