Anatomy Of A Broken Heart Poem by Patrick Shields

Night 7 since she said you guys should take a break, all you wanna do is talk to her tell her how much your suffering but you know she probably doesn't care and may get a sick thrill knowing how much your hurting. So you sleep to ease the pain and try talking to your friend and family but you feel like your a burden to them. So you sit in your room alone watching your phone for a missed text or call. Your try playing video games and watching movies that used to make you laugh but they seem to have no effect like they used to. You go to gym and feels so good to work out but as soon as you get done you want her in your arms again. You think about death how lucky the dead are to no longer feel pain or sorrow. So you listen to music that makes you think of it more and you fantasize about how your take your life. A swig of alcohol and fistful of pills seems like the best solution. You need help but from who? Your aren't eating as much as you should be, you go into your room get under the covers and fall asleep praying you won't wake up in the morning