Take the ten thousand fragments
Of this heart you stomped on so cruely
To win your popularity contest

Avoiding obvious feelings
Of which you proclaimed
Sweep them under the rug
This heart breaks no more
It will never be broken
It will never be fixed

Love is nothing but misery to me
Yet love is a game to you

Crying
For no reason again
Questioning
Why am I even here
Darkness
It's 4:40am right now
Thoughts
End it all
End it all
End
It

With the last match in my box
I'll set myself alight
So you may feel the warmth

One solemn tear doesn't even last
As it's vaporised by the heat
Of this lonely broken heart

Can someone teach me
What's a haiku help me please
I don't understand

I've not picked up the pen in a while
It feels alien to the touch
Former flowing words
Now barely drip

This paper so cold to the touch
Which used to be so warm
My canvas of former dreams
Now stares back like a nightmare

The cruel irony of second place
Not finishing first
Having to look up at them
The cruel irony of finishing fourth
You don't even make the podium
Just bask in the cesspool of failure
With everyone else