Dead Heart

Notes: these are old poems i wrote during this really nasty situation i was having with this guy i was in love with. this poem is especially dark, but please. it does not mean suicide is the answer, it's NEVER the answer, i was just going through a rough time and my heart started pouring out onto paper, and this is what came from it.
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As i walk into the Delusion that is my life,

I feel as though sliting my wrist with a knife.

As the blood pours from my wrist,

"Oh how i wanted you're one kiss"

As the color fades from my face,

"oh how i wanted your embrace."

As i lay on the ground, looking at the sky i think

"Why, if love is so true"

Why couldn't i have been with you?