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They say never cry over spilt milk But its my last straw Im gone I’ve lost my will to go on My happiness has disappeared I can’t grasp onto anything Not even the glass of milk When the glass shattered I felt the shards puncture my heart Tearing it even more than you did Now it’s not only milk on the floor, Its my blood, My tears, My sweat, I crawl on the ground The glass digging into my knees Cutting into my heart more than my legs I pick myself up and Piece the glass together, as well as my heart And wipe up the mess i made My sweat, My tears, My blood, And the spilt milk
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Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 2:23 PM UTC
spilt milk
They say never cry over spilt milk But its my last straw Im gone I’ve lost my will to go on My happiness has disappeared I can’t grasp onto anything Not even the glass of milk When the glass shattered I felt the shards puncture my heart Tearing it even more than you did Now it’s not only milk on the floor, Its my blood, My tears, My sweat, I crawl on the ground The glass digging into my knees Cutting into my heart more than my legs I pick myself up and Piece the glass together, as well as my heart And wipe up the mess i made My sweat, My tears, My blood, And the spilt milk
a poem about breaking down
#youarentalone#spiltmilk#poetry#strength
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Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 2:23 PM UTC
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