Broken... Is an understatment for the state my heart is in.
There isnt a word for the way i feel.
Alone... In my mind.
No one here but the thoughts of pain and sadness that fill
my being.
Pain... Id rather cut than feel emotions.
Blood over salty tears.
Love... Is only a slow version of suicide.
Itll kill you one way or another no matter what.
Suicide... a simple way to die.
To be relieved of all pain, loneliness, emotions and love