Broken Icecream Cones Poem by Zachary Hoyt

i much rather be dead in this hell ive made
i much rather be sown together wrong before i feel more dread
acounting all the blood ive spilt
acounting all the tears ive blead
i should given it up, ive given it all up
theres now nothing to fear,
nothing to cause this fear
am i free? or am i imprisiond in this nightmare

ive been walking for what feels like an eternity
i have delt with the spears of pain that impale my heart
my legs beneath me are buckeling
my knees about to shatter
my heart has broken in a trillion peices
never to regain its self again

i ran for what i thought was a chance
i cryed for this chance i thought i was blessed
ive sprinted for your love only to relized my body is numb
i cant move a finger, you drifted like a sweet flower linger
i cant see you in this wide plain permimiter
is this love, im afriad not, am i done?

ive come to relize you never expeted my key for my heart
ive come to relize i threw it away, never to get it back
ive come to relize my treak was a mistake
ive come to relize im going to hang from the last stake
ive come to relize your one who kick my crate
was this the plan, to make me break?
for me to be shattard without reconition