Swinging my feet off the ledge,
I look over the mountain edge.
How deep is it?
Would it hurt a lot or just a bit?
Can it ache more than my heart?
Which is now shattered apart?
How will I ever face the world?
How will I ever get over Richard?
I have never been so insecure,
He has torn me apart to the core.
What would my family think?
Would they break our chaining link?
Would they accept me with my sorrow?
Would they be able to fill up this hollow?
I look down again,
Upset with all the questions in my brain.
Should I just end it all?
Give up and take the fall?
In my head, a voice mild,
Said - Think again, my child.
No, I can't just die!
No one will know about his lie!
I have to live again.
Punish him for this pain.
I will do justice to my heart,
No one will ever break me apart.
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(6th May 2017)
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The Trip
PoetryHighest : 153 in Poetry (19th May'17) ●○●○● Poems Based on 'The Trip' through Life. Different experiences and thoughts from different Perspectives. ●○●○● \\ The Pictures Attached Belong to their rightful owners \\ ●○●○● By: Amy Parkins
