The Words of a Person

<Heartsick>

There is nothing left,

Inside of me.

No words left.

None that could explain,

This hurt.

Or this pain.

All I have,

Are the tears,

Falling fast..

Down my face.

They taste like salt,

And fear,

And loss.

If that can be tasted.

The worst thing is..

Once the tears stop..

The pain won't.

It never,

Ever,

Really..

Ends.

I can honestly say,

I understand the term..

"Heartsick."

My heart,

Is sick.

And being here,

Is my only cure.

Being constantly ripped,

Away,

From the cure..

Is killing me.

Slowly.

Surely, 

Killing me.

I,

Am already..

Heartsick.