have you ever heard the sound of ur own heart break
felt it crumble, literally felt the full hurt, literally felt your chest
and at your bequest, it just began to disintegrate
have you ever felt each and every crack...
each rip as it were being done
and as a matter of fact....
the pain, of it all, has only just begun
every rip, evert tear, brings on to much pain for you to bear
and your only wish now, to come true
it would be, for you to actually see, exactly what youve caused
and done to me....
my 2nd wish, no matter what pain it would put me through
is that my heart lay outside my chest
so you could actually see
the cuts, with the jagged edges, from the knife you just used
to see how my heart was torn, in shreds, and bloody
how with just one moment you stole its life
if my heart could be on the outside
there; d be no higing it under skin,
and mabe, you would see then
the tears and the bruises, the wounds
wouldnt be hidden underneath bone and skin
it couldnt be sheltered nor cacombed
you'd actually be able, with just a finger or two
to trace the outline
of each and every boo-boo
each cut, each brokrn piece
thats fell....from my once whole heart
and you could see it torn all apart,
how it hurts like hell
trace each crack, rip, and tear and shredded line
and for the 1st time..be able to trace each and every outline
so that your fingers will tell
how it hurts me like hell
trace each crack, from front to back
feel every rip and cut, and scar
so you can see whats new, and what yuve down to it b4
so you can see what you trully are
as you trace every inch of this beated, bruised, swelled
heart, knowing it was you who played the part
and its me, literally who hurts like hell
have you ever heard the sound of your own heart
break...at the hand of some1 elses sake
as it shredded to piece...bit by bit
and you could feel it tear, rip after rip
no exaggeration...after you felt n seen my hearts examination
you'd be able abe to see n tell
what you done to me, n it hurts like hell...
so go ahead, , be a man...
trace the break, the cracks, the cuts with your hand
n then let your eyes see....the full heart
youve blown apart, that once belonged to me....
feel the pain, n my misery...
you can touch it n feel it literally
just trace my broken...battered hearts outline
look at the bruising, and the swelling...broken pieces...ripped apart, cracks n lines...
just take a finger n trace my shattered, scattered hearts, outline
see how it still bleeding, more bruised, more swelled
then you can honestly feel what i feel
that every ache, pain is 4 real....
then you will know
the truth...lust like me, so well
N YOU CAN TELL...juSt as i described it To you
IT HURTS LIKE HELL.......
your mind insane....your soull completely drained
tears falling faster, then the most sever storms; rain
you, n, your heart completely broken into 2...
and the only 1 with these symptoms, is me not you
your just waiting for the next round, cuz your positive
your really sure...
that there is going to be somemore
your world has come crashing down, and it will again
over n over, without end.....
there will be more pain, more hurt as well...
only time will mend it....not soon enough
cuz theres always the calm b4 the storm
and all will be even more rough
and the healing process will be rough
oh, the misery, oh, the hell
your not sure what is what, n who is who
BUT 1 THING IS 4 SURE THE ONLY VICTIM HAS BEEN BEEN, AND ALWAYS WILL BE
NOT YOU..SO DAMN TRUE....BUT ME, THATS THE FACTS/REALITY
maybe if you could just see my insides bleed..
the ruptured organs, the holes in my heart
maybe it would be a start...
you'd begin to understand
if your could trace my broken hearts cracks with your hand
if you could feel my pain, feel my anger, feel and hear what my body has to tell
without words, just by what you see, hear n feel
while my heart thats been ripped apart
trys to mend and heal....
IT WOULD BE YOU, INSTEAD OF ME
WHO FINALLY, FEEL IT HURTS LIKE HELL
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem