One crack
Two cracks
Three cracks
Four
I fall I crumble to the floor
The last in line
Thoughts lost in time
Forever young
A suicide
Chilling waves
Of wind and leaves
But when you're gone
That's all I need
An awful, scratching, breaking sound
Very aware, he's not around
I turn my head
But in my mind
I knew what I
Had left to find
The clattering
Of breaking bones
Reassures me
Of what I've known
I hold my breath
I realize
This sickening sound
Is me breaking inside
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