They don't tell you the truth about heartbreak.
It's not beautiful.
And it's not poetic.
It's fire in your lungs when you try to breathe.
It's an ache in your heart.
A pounding in your head.
And breaking down at random times throughout the day.
No heartbreak isn't poetic.
It's like you're walking and breathing but you're dead.
There is no one left in this hollow shell.
The happy person that once was has left.
They left this empty hole inside my chest.
I'm walking but I'm dead.
Heartbreak is not poetic.
It's an end.
-M.D
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The Words I Can't Say Aloud
PoesiaA collection of my poems. The words my heart says but my mouth refuses to speak.Sad and depressing at times.
