The Story Ending

I'm to broken for your love, Im cousumed by my fears and all the tears that ran down my face, scared that one day blood would drip from my wrist instead,  I made a promise long ago I intend to keep it untill hers last breath, the tears from all  the years of missing you is fading away as if I have become numb by the ach of wanting to see your smile grows, the more Im without you the more broken I become but either way I will still be the girl who watched her older brother put a gun up to his head wanting to say goodbye to himself, I am a broken toy that every one lives to brake more, been fucked over too many times wanting to end my story here I belong as an angel watching over the missfits wanting too take my last breath saying this life isn't mine, writing peoms is how I spend my time hearing the Barbie dolls talking from there ass, feeling out of place I'm the missing puzzle piece you throw away wanting a place that accepts me for the piece of shit I am, hearing the people I'm supposed to look up to talking out of there asses too, this is the end of my story not the beginning taking my last breath to say this life isn't mine