Poetic Disorder

Breathe

Suddenly it happens...
That moment when you feel like your heart is being squashed and squeezed by your own hand,
Making sure that more than enough cold blood comes out
And all you can do is hope that it won't be broken into pieces when you open your hand.
Everyone leaves you seeing red lights all alone,
Just like he left you with a detrimental love,
And didn't even look back,
Or stay a little bit more to watch you cry.
And so all you can do is breathe...
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