words
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Dawn
The stars of the dying night cry out,
To the one rising;
And knowing the end to their life no doubt,
They fade, compromising. -
Death of a Broken Heart
spirit,
The thought of you lifts my
y . . .
a
w
a
It lifts me so high I fly
But then I f
a
l
l
for you bringing m
e
back down to earth,
But you weren't there to catch m
e
So I hit the ground,
And broke my . . . h . e . a . r . t . -
Father dearest
I've never been one to judge,But it's come time for your reckoning.Justified injustice of character,Quite subpar.Her Broken Heart
A ripped shell holds the inevitableThe lost vow thought unbreakableHer swollen core cracking slowlyFreeing the feelings she thought so lowlyNumber 3
We’ve got time.
Everyone always says “we’ve got time”
But what is time…
How much time do we have…
How can you make me such an empty
and futile promise.
We’ve got time!?
We’ve still got time…
One more try
I yearn for death in the small of my back,
Every crack in my bones ache for the pain.
I crave the feeling of a blade vertically down my wrist
The slipping of consciousness.
Synonym for sadness
Overwhelmed.Scared.Paranoid.Frightened.These are a few of the words I use to describe myself.When
When do I tell you? When should I tell you? Life will soon send me on my way again and then it will be too late.