Hurting

June 11, 2016

I sit here hurting,

Unnumb and full of pain.

My heart hearts,

And I feel really lame.

My heart bleeds,

Black,red, and blue,

The words she told me we're not true.

I miss us,

The way we used to be.

Talk all night and I'd listen to you breathe.

I want you to notice me,

But now I am ignored,

This is why my heart is sore.

I trusted you like I did with the others,

And now I pay, because I have no lover.

I love you all,

The ones who broke me,

How could I not,

you took it with you.

You took the little bits,

And pieces of my heart,

Now it will not mend,

It is tiny,

But refuses to give in.

I think that's what depresses me the most,

My brain has given up,

But my heart just won't.

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