Really, My Heart Died Poem by Blanche Hardin
Really, My Heart Died
Hard to see you with me,
Back off I'm ready snap at you,
see!
Hard to sleep,
When you make things hard to believe.
All life brings is things I hate.
Easy to forget you at the end of the date.
Run away try to hide,
People tell me you lied.
Happiness is imagining you dead,
I love hating you instead.
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