Cut
With every cut comes a scar...
A reminder of the truth...
A reminder of the pain you once felt...
How can this heart still beat after everything?
How can these tears fall yet again?
How can i breathe?
Laugh?
Think?
Tho the rythm of my heart is out of tune, it still strives for happiness...
Everyday my heart breaks becuase of you...
You are the only person i could ever hate...
Who i could ever love...
My heart yerns for your love, for your sweet touch and gentle lips...
The only reason im still here...
But in the end?
I am nothing.
I am worthless.
I am and always will be just a passing glance throughout your life...
The pain you cause slowly starts to fade away...
Everything quiet and numb...
Like a small brown leaf...
Thin,
Brittle,
Lifeless...
I was gone.
poem by Adela Myers
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