My heart seeps with sullen sorrow,
It's eyes glued shut,
It cannot see the love once there for me,
It's blood runs cold with glass shards,
And it's rhythm slacks and stops,
I no longer need a heart it seems,
The blood in my veins now leaks out of my wrists,
My body is a dry and empty husk,
A loveless corpse,
I am dead,
Logic tells me there's nothing here for me,
There isn't a person in this world that could alleviate the pain,
I no longer hurt like I did before,
My skin's an armor and I push them away before the realization hits,
It's time to move on,
On from Kate,
She no longer has any feeling for my sorrow,
No pity for my wounds,
No love for my heart,
For it is gone,
And with it the soothing words she once spoke,
And the sweet dreams of an us that will never happen again,
As it seems there is no hope,
I hurt those around me,
I have to move on,
And so I'll be an outcast,
Red amongst the blue sky,
A weed amongst the flowers,
I am to be cast aside to make room for those better than I,
Those that can make her happy,
Him,
I shouldn't blame her for her choice,
It was obvious from the beginning,
We throw away our old broken toys at a young age,
What separates me from the common rubble,
Nothing,
I am nothing,
I am trash,
I am gone,
There is no more love for my bleeding heart and oozing wounds,
No more soothing words to my ravaging nightmares,
No more soft hugs on hard days,
This is my purgatory,
My pain,
My curse,
So in turn I leave,
I move on from those I love,
My friends,
My family,
The distance itself speaking the words I could never say,
With love I leave,
Goodbye.
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Journal
PoetryThis is just a collaboration of poems that I wrote to get me through the day sometimes. Dealing with heartbreak tends to be deep and unforgiving but this was the only way I knew how
