What is life,
If life is just a lie?
What is love,
If it only breaks your heart?
What is the point of beginning,
When all that we do,
Is to return with tears and bleeding hearts,
To where it all started.
What's the point of memories?
Forever locked up in our minds,
If the person that made those memories,
Can never stay by our side?
Broken bones, shattered hopes,
Crystal tears, falling fast,
Bleeding hands, try to pick up the shards,
Of what was left to my once beating heart.
Losing a person,
You never thought you could lose,
To make things worse,
You know it's all your fault.
That's when you realize,
That this curse of loneliness,
Will never leave your weakened mind,
But stay forever as your only friend.
Missing you, is like breathing.
I can't stop no matter how hard i try...
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PoetryThe things that I can't tell anyone, because no one would even care how i feel. Well, this is how I can make myself happier, Writing all my feelings out. even if im bad at it, it doesnt hurt to try
