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Broken.
Sitting on my window,
I remember the time
that only happiness was in my mind,
but those days started to fade
when you came into my life that day.
You.
The guy with green eyes
and hair as black as the night
meant everything to me
when you showed me a kind smile.
We became friends
and slowly felt in "love".
Everydat I saw you
and everyday I felt alive.
Without you,
I felt dead inside.
You are my source of light.
The only reason I am alive.
You are the only one
who can make me smile
as bright as the shining light.
But one day,
we were walking together
when you suddenly changed.
I remember that day
as the day I got my first heartbreak.
You were staring at a girl that wasn't me.
When I looked closer,
I noticed it was my best friend.
She noticed you
and came to your side.
You left, leaving me behind.
I felt betrayed.
Like my heart was going to break.
I felt hot tears leaving my eyes.
I fell to the ground
and cried my eyes out.
As time passed,
I felt broken;
both mind and heart.
The only thing I could think of
was the word "Die"
I don't remember much
about that dark and lonely night.
I just remember
seeing your blood
scattered in every surface of your house.
Your motionless body lied on the ground
as I laugh hysterically
and watched the knife dance.
I remembered that night
as the night my "lover" died.
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I wrote this poem last year. Most of my works are about dark topics since I find it easier to let the words flow as I type.