Snapped.
Pulled too tight.
I grab my pen,
And I start to write.

I stare down at the page.
My pen bleeding the words,
Hidden away in my heart.

Cut away, Broken.
Hearts just torn.
Reasons unspoken.
Feeling forlorn.

Why do you not come?
I call and I call.
But will you ever be here?
To catch me when I fall?

Will you just leave me here?
Broken and unfixable.
Cast aside, unneeded.
Silenced and depleted.

Will the soul sing,
The words hidden away,
in my heart?
Silence.

 
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