How do you get over a broken heart?
I don't know anymore...
What else can I do?...

I've  gotten me a new hobby
I've tried to decive myself to believe
That he's not the one
Whom I love...

I've tried to listening to music
Music always help,
But this time
I really can't pick myself
up...

Music doesn't make me happy
I have no appetite
I don't feel like sleeping
I would pefer to die
If I died I'm pretty sure
That everyone would be much happier
Mostly I..

I wouldn't be crying the whole time
I can almost fill buckets
I wouldn't have to eat
There's no taste at all
I wouldn't have to try to sleep
There's only nightmares, no dreams
I wouldn't have to hate myself
For only bringing trouble
To friends and family...

So as you can see
Everyone would be so much happier without me
Specially I would be...

So I'll ask again
How do you mend a broken heart?
When your closest friends are out the country
And you're just sitting in your room
With your curtains pulled down
Just starring at the lyrics
Which you've written on your wall...

Silence is the enemy...
Don't wanna fall in love...
It amazes me this will of instincts...
Shot through the heart...
Another one bites the dust...
Chaos rules the inner hell...

Diffrent lyrics
Different songs
Different artists
But not a single one
Can cheer me up again
Singing always help
In the shower or when I'm stressed,
But right now
I don't even want to talk...

I'm a gamer
But neither this
I want to do
My guitar gently weeps
More gentle
Than I do
It's sad since I haven't been
playing for a while...

I should be making dinner
And this poem have to end
But before I leave
I'll ask again
How do you mend a broken heart?
'Cause I've never felt this dead
And I've survived worse
Afterall, I had classmates
In elementary
Who tried to push me
Out the window
From 1st floor...

I've been beaten and spitted on,
But neither that have hurt this much
So please tell me
How do I mend my broken heart?...

there are parts of me that are unseen... like my heart, that hairline of  a  fracture.. that slowly makes me close up.. scared as i bottle myself up.. a message in a bottle, lost at sea.. the waves are the things that pull me under.. and carry me away from anything that i find happiness in... a dark abyss.. slowly losing myself.. within myself..  not realizing i'm pulling away from the brightness..  all i see it as is brightness in the dark.... the light seems so far.. like if it were a million light years away... as the walls of your mind close in on you..  crushing you inside out.. just to prove that you are crumbling.. fading... like coloration, a stain... feeling as if you're fading but stayed... a sight for sore eyes.. and a broken heart upon mending.. while i sit here descending..

she would give her life
for the smallest of these creatures -
a flightless butterfly,
a lame bird,
a mute hound

she waters the withering
and mends the broken,
but she is
dying
all the same

Blue thread
For a broken heart