In ninth grade, she shined a light in your heart
and you couldn't tell if it was real or not.
You spent life like that for two years.
She was there for all your panic attacks
and depressed nights, but then she broke you.
She took a sledgehammer named "Cheat"
and broke your heart into millions of pieces.
Your depression got worse
and you were breaking down every day,
but you still taped the heart up.
It was broken, but it still worked.
You spent your time planning ways
to avoid going by her classes,
you stopped going to the cafeteria
and ate lunch outside by your lonesome.
You were alone again, but you didn't feel it.
Because, the tape from your heart fell off one by one
every time you see her with her new boyfriend.
So one night when everything got too much,
you ran away into the woods behind your house.
You went back to the tree that you and her carved,
you drew a broken heart on a piece of paper
and signed it "**** Me" with your name.
You didn't want to make a note because
you weren't good at writing and
you didn't know how to explain it.
Then you jumped into the cold river,
watching the moons reflection until your final breath.
You were at peace.