i always tell you that i'm fine
even though my smile is as
fake as all the times you've
told me you loved me and my heart
is shattered to pieces
like the mirror i broke to slice
my wrist and i feel as empty as
the bottle of pills in my hand
and maybe once i'm dead and
gone you'll realize i was never
fine at all.
l.d.w
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Shattered Love
Poetry"Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words"
