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Click hereLove is in the air
Hold your breath
Try not to breathe
Or you’ll catch your death
It breaks your heart
Beats it black and blue
Strips you of your identity
Slowly kills you
You watch it slip away
It fades into a memory
It vanishes into the distance
It drowns in the sea
It breaks your heart in a million pieces
Leaves you laying on the bathroom floor
Eats away at all you are
Until you can’t take it anymore
You’re tired of painting on a smile
Of pretending to be fine
Of pretending to be strong
You’ve lost your life line
You hurt yourself
Just to feel alive
Cry your tears of blood
Into your sorrow you dive
You wish for the rain
To hide your tears
The darkness in your heart
Floods you with fear
Not all of your scars are visible
Your wounds refuse to heal
No one can see you
No one knows the pain you feel
What is the use of a heart
When your heart is broken?
What is the use of a voice
When only empty words are spoken?
Your tears become your words
They speak for your broken heart
It is far too painful to talk
When you are falling apart
You become invisible
Because no one ever really sees you
You fall to pieces
No matter what you attempt to do
Everyone asks you what is wrong
It’s easier to tell them what’s right
Nothing is okay here
You cry yourself to sleep each night
You beg to fall asleep
And never wake again
Your life falls apart
Whenever you let the daylight in
Life isn’t for everyone
You are tired of pretending
You plea for death
You don’t get your happy ending
Your heart bleeds no more
It is but a chunk of stone
Your breathing stops
Your life is postponed
You stumble through life
This is your last fall
Nobody dies a virgin
Life screws us all
Your tears crash around you
They spill upon your grave
There is nothing anyone can do now
It is too late for you to be saved
The poem is too pessimistic, but "Nobody dies a virgin/ Life screws us all" is good.
to wishful apparitions of future forthcoming, TK U MLJ LV NV
Of every heartbreak any living person has ever felt. What a mind you have!