The aching of a broken heart, that feeling of despair.
You try to run from the pain, but sadly you're not getting anywhere.
There is a hole in your chest that nothing can fill. How could you be so foolish? None of it was real.
Just empty words. No, not empty they were full of lies! How could you lie to me, looking straight into my eyes?
I knew you didn't love me. right from the start. Now I'm taking this razor and cutting out my heart.
As the blood drips down my chest you'll be my last thought. Pain and despair were the only things you brought...
On my note it just says your name. Now there's a hole in your heart and you can fill it with shame.
So R.I.P to me and everything we had, I hope that my passing make you feel just as bad.
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Depressing poetry
PoesiaAll of the poems I've written, starting with my first and ultimately ending with the last. These are poems about depression, love, and just being misunderstood! Please read all (especially the most recent for they are the best) and vote/comment plea...
