A shattered heart is torture
With it’s ridged edges tearing me apart
As I fall to the ground I wait
For the pain to end
Waiting for death to walk thorough the door
To end the pain resting in me
But he doesn’t show
Not even a sign
Leaving me on the floor
Piecing together my broken heart
Trying to ease the pain
Until death comes to visit
And free me from this pain
And this horrid place
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