#13. pieces.

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I stood quiet at the brink,

There's nobody I await, this time,

of all the pain that flows, as I blink,

I can't put myself together, as one.

I stood it all, I bore everything,

your bullets, I shielded somehow,

and this blood I shed for you,

is all I'm left with now.

My mind refuses to think,

My breath is caught up in a stammer,

I wish I learnt my words,

before I taught you the whole grammar.

It's not like me to feel like this,

like a crumpled can, once at your lips,

today dealing with trash, I wonder,

Why I existed ever since.

I wish I stopped it all,

The love and care I grew,

I wish I never stood that tall, 

because one day awaited my demise,

the downfall.

And as I try to gather these pieces of a mess,

With shattered edges, broken to the core,

I tremble, I shiver, to a fear,

I'm drowning somewhere, I don't know.

The light I radiated for you,

gulping darkness as my apetite,

I never knew I'd die this way,

left alone, at the last mile.

And as you spit at my withering grave,

I don't see nothing but darkness,

I wonder if that's how this ends,

I wonder why I'm the weakest.

I wish, We never met,

I wish, we never talked,

I wish, we never thought,

I wish, you left me,

not.

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