The End

April 6, 2010
By Anonymous

Think of the things that were said
We will see why it had to end
Maybe I'm better off dead
A broken heart will never truly mend
Does life find meaning
After losing what meant the most
My mind is careening
I'm haunted by its ghost
The past won't leave me alone
It hurts so much, bringing me to my knees
I wish my heart were stone
Then the pain wouldn't affect me
But alas, I feel the pain
My tears fall
Reminscent of the rain
Into which I call
As loud as I can shout
Through these flowing tears
Scream my heart out
Though no one hears

The author's comments:
Sometimes things don't go the way they should.

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