Love: A Collection of Poetry

5. Heartbreak & Cyanide

5. HEARTBREAK & CYANIDE

On this night, I feel all alone,

I’ve lived in nothing but a lie.

He’s broken up with me at last,

And I’m left with heartbreak and cyanide.

Many a tear cut away at my face,

Turning it a fiery red.

As my heart pumps grief through my veins,

I start to think I’m better off dead.

Life is a game that I don’t want to play,

Waking up is like Russian roulette.

And every time I close my eyes to sleep,

I can only think about my death.

My heartbreak feels sickening,

Through every cabinet, I dredge.

A bottle of cyanide will decide my fate,

It’s better to stand on the edge.

Do I open it and end my sorrows,

Or do I let them kill me from within?

Do I feel it poison my burning throat,

Or do I get up and try again?

Do I have the strength to overcome,

The sadness that he’s caused?

Do I have the bravery inside of me,

To rewrite what’s been wronged?

I hear the phantom doorbell ring away,

I remember him through and through.

He’s taken who I am away from me,

And I know what I must do.

I’ll drink my tears as I cry,

And mix them in with cyanide.

A life without him is no life at all,

So, I’ll bid this sad world goodbye.