I guess I'm done
with these bloodshot teardrops,
as my heart stops breath lost,
life's lesson of indecisive decisions.
Left once again, in the lone of my wake,
as i lie back to absorb my own regret,
of letting you hurt like that.

Theses fake smiles
to let you think I'm happy,
to make you believe I'm human
just another happy statistic
of this unhappy world.
As they condemn the depressed
that all living posses
that continue to repress
for the fact of being cast out.

I thank you for welcoming me
although I hurt to have hurt you
but with your arms wide open
you forgive and forget
though you never do
never forget

Death is Real
Like the Pain of a Broken Heart
 
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