he wanted to kill himself
over her
just last week.
so i picked up the pieces
from the precious heart
she so carelessly dropped and shattered.
but now,
she seems to be his reason to live
once again.
why can't i ever be his reason for anything?
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penny for your thoughts
Poetryit's hard to explain the incomprehensible and overwhelming emotion, and lack of emotion, that I've been bearing for so long on my own. you can't fathom the inability to move, speak, eat, think, or even see clearly in this time of irregularity. all I...
