The Stuggle Within

A poem for the heartbroken.

Blood dripping from my heart
the final pieces breaking fast,
I cut and slice everyday hardly alive,
as I struggle putting back the pieces.

Heartbroken as I walk around with a smile,
swallowing all the tears and agony,
digested them way down deep.
I never wanted to hear those
four heart stopping words,
we need to talk.

I loved you so much trying
to be the best I could be,
but I guess my best wasn't good enough
for thee. Now I'm sad and lonesome
without a care in the world,
I'd rather die choking
gasping for breath, because without
you is like breathing with no air.