Broken

I sit here day after day,

thinking of that one dreadful night.

Tears form at the edge of my eyes,

and I can't help but cry.

Why you left me,

I'll never know.

As i sit here breaking down,

letting my body wilt away.

Memories of when we were together cross my mind,

and I can't help but cry harder.

As all the happiness leaves,

my heart chips off another piece.

I pick up the glinting metal,

and let it slide into place.

As the sweet hot liquid flows,

the tears stop flowing down my face.

As my heart shatters and breaks away,

I can't help but wonder if i'll live to see another day.

Reviews

[Salvatore Buttaci]

Very sad one would reach that depressed state. Good poem.

Sal