Heart Break

April 4, 2019

My hands are shaking,

my heart is breaking.

I can't breathe at all,

it feels like I might fall.

My head is spinning,

there is no more winning.

Just hurt and pain,

no more to gain.

I can't break free,

from the pain that is me.

I hurt, I ache,

I sob, I shake.

I know it is for the best,

but it feels like a test.

I wish my pain could stop,

I wish the hurt would drop.

But there is no peace,

so I know at least.

I must keep holding on,

until the pain is gone.

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