By Mya, Year 10

Written as part of Factory Feedback

She broke me

She didn’t even have to touch me

Her weapons were words, sharpened with cruelty 

Like a knife, her cuts stung

Like a trained assassin, she knew where to aim,

Where to cause my heart the most pain. 


She broke me

Like a smooth criminal, she easily slipped away

Then cried and blamed me in front of her court

Playing the victim liked she was born to play

She didn’t care about the wounds she inflicted

She didn’t seem to regret anything from that day.


She broke me

Like a old machine I crashed

I didn’t cause a flood, my tears stubbornly refused to move

I just shut myself away, hiding in my sanctuary of darkness

Nobody could reach me

Nobody could save me

Nobody could hurt me.

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