Kill me before he leaves me.
Relieve me from this pain.
I know he never loved me.
To him I was a game.
Oh broken heart, we've been played.
I was foolish to think the world has changed.
Now everywhere I look there's shattered parts.
I pity these poor old broken hearts.
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A Penny for Your Thoughts
PoetryThese are the poems I wrote when I struggled with the demons in my head.
