The Broken And Dying Poem by joel mcghie
The Broken And Dying
my black and lonely heart
left alone to its demise
broken and beaten
is there any surprise
that everyone morning i wake
all i want to do is die
everyday is the same
why should i even try
when everything i ever loved
i had lost long ago
but i will never forget
what ive always known
all those old warm feelings
which made me happy once
now tear me to pieces
as i watch the fires dance
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