Poems of Love and Suffering

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«I CAN'T STAND THIS ANYMORE!»
She screamed at the top of her lungs，
full of rage that couldn't lock and throw away.
Punching the wall with bloody hands，
caused by broken glasses and broken hearts.
No, there was only one broken heart: hers.
She wasn't enough,
she had flaws,
she wasn't perfect,
but she had one thing that the others didn't have: a pure heart,
now intoxicated by the thoughts of the others that taunted her soul.
«I wish it was the end of the world! I can't stand being myself any longer! Why can't this world end right now?»
Tears filled her eyes as she ran around the room trying to calm herself.
Cheeks reddened,
eyes swelled up,
and a lump caught in her throat because of the sobbing.
They didn't deserve her,
she was too pure for this fucked up world.
She tried to rip her white dress apart,
but she couldn't.
She tried to take on that last straw of sanity that was in her brain, but she couldn't.
She tried to stand up on her own, but se couldn't, because she was too weak.
That's what people always said to her "You're too weak".
No one could save her now, not even the purest form of love.
Now she is a complete mess.
Ruined mascara stained her pretty face now filled with anger and hatred.
She got betrayed too many times,
even by her own mind.
She sat down against the wall,
with her head on her knees
and the hands in the hair.
Still sobbing, trying to delete every memory.
Her heart started to ache,
the pain was too much to bear.
Now heartbroken,
her pulse stopped
and her breathing was cut off,
but atleast, she was now at peace.