Does a heartbreak only count
If it shatters with a lot of sound and fury?
Is the heart that silently tears apart,
Like a piece of cloth long drenched
In blood, and tears, and rain,
With its fibres weakened enough to shred
With a gentle tug of numb fingers,
Of no value?
Is that heartbreak not grand enough
To be called a heartbreak?
Coz that is how I fall apart each day
Slowly...silently...painfully.
I wonder if they know...
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THE AGONIZED MIND
PoetryA short collection of observations and feelings from the eyes of an introvert written in the form of poems. Warning: may be triggering for suicidal or depressed people.
