A broken heart cuts you deep

Some just wish they could sleep

Some never make a peep

They hurt so much



Wishing they could have one last touch

Without their lost love

They render themselves distant

Everyone knows that within an instant



They could end their lives

With just a mere knife

They believe their life is over

Without their lost lover



They remain hidden in shadow

Their mind caged in turmoil

Battling themselves until the death

Depression and despair



Are all they seem to know

True love dies so slow

They have lost their internal glow

As if they don’t have a soul



They know nothing of happiness

Or gladness all is replaced with sadness

Their mind is nothing but madness

They think of nothing



All they are is an empty shell

With nothing to lose

But who’s to blame

In this sick twisted game?



Who needs to walk the walk of shame?

Is it them? Is it their lost love?

Or is it just something new?

No one will know



Because they don’t show

Who’s to blame? They blame themselves

And put themselves to shame

But who is to blame for this sick game?