I am Broken
it was a dastardly crime
they came to me in early may
held my heart as if they cared for it...
as if they really loved me
then they crushed it
...and i almost died
distraught
distracted
destroyed.
which was worse for me?
the medication? the faux sympathy?
...but they're okay right?
they're...happy?
they smile like it, that beautiful smile that could stun millions
they seem better...maybe better off
i guess breaking my heart was what they needed
...i almost died, but i wish i had
then i'd never be reminded of my death
but the hands of a killer seem clean enough when you didn't truly die
-CJM
