with deep regrets
of losing you
and wanting to try
with every fiber of my body
I tried to love you enough
that both our broken pieces
would fit,
and I tried to make it known
but I was wrong,
to assume
that I would be enough
to hold you together
when I can't even hold myself
I tried to get help,
but now that you are gone,
I will try to writhe until
death takes its hold
and drags me into the deep hell
of existence
but anything
that devil has planned
for me
with be nothing,
compared to your absence
the hole inside me
that you were more then enough,
that you weren't abusive like the others,
that you were good.
That I could have had something
deep and real,
and I still lost
hell
has nothing
on you
leaving me
broken
on that hill
I should have jumped
in the car ride
I should have
opened the door
but I couldn't
when you were so close
I hoped you'd change your mind
that you would stand by my side
and see that me changing
was for the better
that together we could fight
the demons,
and find happiness
but all that trying
all that loving
still ended me
in deeper layers of
fire
and hell
has nothing compared
to you breaking my heart

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heartbroken: a compilation
PoetryA series of poems describing the turmoil of loving, breakups, depression, and learning to deal with it. TRIGGER WARNING; talks about suicide, rape, domestic violence and self-harm
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