I fall apart quietly, when no one is around,
When no one is there to judge me, I have no bounds
I can choose to break away, from the world I no longer love,
And I can recompose myself as many times I want.
But today I know there's nothing left to be done,
My joyous days over, no more can I see the sun
The words have hit like bullet wounds, wounds beyond repair,
The fragile doll I was has broken, there's nothing left to tear.
I've fallen apart completely, I've been ripped part by part,
There's nothing even left of me, just me and my broken heart.
You can escape and take the memories with you, just leave me here to stay,
My emotions have vanished and I can no longer look back, to the words of mine that have frayed.
I now stand tall in my very last moments, knowing that this is what must come,
Holding on to the last of my very personality, wildly my thoughts start to run.
There was no turning back, I've fallen apart one too many and now I know I am done,
The wind blows harder and fate comes to face me, as I take a deep breath and jump.
~Via
No words can describe this poem.
No words can express true feelings.
Some things are just Better Left Unsaid.
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