When you are not here,
Happiness is a fond memory,
Your absence, like a knife.
Drowned by you not being here,
I lead a different life,
Down the drain, all washed up.
Yesterday seems years away,
Overwhelmed with misery,
Unscathed? No.
Little by little I crack and break,
Everything turns to black,
Abandoned by the one I love,
Vitriol aimed at letting you go,
Entering a downward spiral.
My heart begins to fall apart,
Employing the state of despair.
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Comments
you're good at emotional writing
employing the state of despair
brilliant.
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When you love someone... you just know.
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