She was forced to leave me, she will forgive me... Hopefully. I can't let go of the fun we had, how she made me glad, but now I'm crying, worse than sad. I sit with a bleeding heart as my world falls apart, it kills me to have to stop and restart. My feelings are killed with the anger that builds, putting my love to the one above, I still sink, cause love isn't where I'm skilled. It would be great if all I didn't feel was hate, because I loved her and here is a new slate. She was not like no other but it will never cover the pain with which I was smothered. To give up is what I hear in my brain, only to feel sane but there will always be that hope and pain. To end it all is what I call it all to be solved. Here I sit more pain than the bit I thought I would feel until it was the real deal. My skin starts to peel and to always steal, someone else's heart so I can restart. But to others it does matter, if I get sadder, badder, I wish I could ask her, but the fear of rejection is my correction to not get hurt. My life gets sadder, but to those who don't think it matters, I look at the blades, this is my card, the jackass of all trades.
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My Deck of Cards
PuisiA story of love, and about the ones above A story of gain, and about all of my pain A story of the broken harts, here is my hand in my deck of cards .
