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Invisible Poet

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Beyond Broken


How can it still hurt?
Cant you see the pain is still there?
My heart is not whole anymore,
But yet I feel it breaking.

I want to scream and cry,
Yet I just sit here and stare.
Who really cares anymore,
Surely you dont.

Funny how you to tell me im good enough,
But yet wasnt for you.
Is that irony?
Or Just another game?

I cant breath,
This is way too raw,
I just want to run away,
But have no where to go.

Submitted: Monday, April 07, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, April 08, 2014

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  • Tiku . (4/13/2014 11:28:00 AM)

    One day you will find a suitable path to walk on.Seems you are deeply in love with him and miss him a lot.Nice drop.Keep inking. (Report) Reply

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