She felt alone, heartbroken; left alone in a puddle of tear, to face all her fears alone. She thought to herself how could anyone love me? The men in her life men that were suppose to protect and cherish her and hurt her more than words could describe she the pain of their words and actions hurt her to her core. She kept the pain inside never to be seen, she held a smile on her face so no one would know they could hurt her. And when she thought she found someone to take the pain away, to never leave her, to never hurt her, and to always love her she felt the cold rush of reality when he crushed her she thought she had felt pain before unbearably pain but what he did felt worse than the pain that she had felt before the small part of her heart that she had given him, he crushed. The pain of abandonment was hard, the pain of betrayal hurt, being alone and hated felt like being stabbed but the pain of a heartbreak was all of them at once and more.
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Vita et morte
Poetry" Vita et Morta" means Life and Death, and that's what my poems are about, our lives and our deaths. The Bible verses at the end of my poems are to show that there is hope and love in God and that we matter to him and since my poems don't offer tha...
