I've loved many in my life... but that has never once mattered to the one I loved... with them they took my heart returning it more broken than the last. I look back to the past, to see where I went wrong, to see what was wrong with me. I cracked like thin glass from these dark thoughts shrouding my mind. I look at the things that relieve my pain. Knifes. Drugs. Alcohol. All take away the pain, but leaves a never ending void within my soul breaking me down even more, and now day to day I look towards my extension chord longing to be gone from this world.
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