that heart break
is a physical thing
and everyone,
all ages and genders,
are suspectable to it.


EnslavedIf eyes are the windows to the soul, then her shutters were closed, lights off, out of business. It was the look that new widows have at a funeral, not the widows that cry, the ones that look stunned at the realization that they have just lost their other half and their pain is too much to express with tears, for if they started to cry they may never stop. It was this empty look that stared down into the bottle, slowly two white tablets were withdrawn and the lid was replaced. Dry swallow, slight gag but it was done. The bottle was half empty, but she didnt take them every day. On weekends she used vodka to dull the pain.Enslaved


I hate youI hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate oyu I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I have you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you II hate you


AgonyI have never loved before this Never never loved so truly So Completely With such lack of controlAgony
I cannot bear the agony The pain. Excruciating pain The utter contempt for existence There Is No End in sight
I am Helpless Helpless to escape my love I writhe I burst Wish to die with all the in emptiness my veins Heart crying out miserably Burning a hole into my existence Dehydrated with loss of tears vainly shed
I was strong
but My heart is utterly destroyed


Run away with meColours run together thick, wet & smooth dripping into a stagnant puddle at the bottom of my existence Leaving my life grey and stale Violent streaks of colour mar my memoryRun away with me
Loneliness is the human condition
We all run from it, seeking to fill the voids inside us with false gods and shallow happiness Tar stains my heart, I floss my soul with nicotine exhaling the t


You Are My BeingLittle rows of pills, lying in their tightly-sealed foil casings, waiting to send you off to sleep. For how long, though? Hours? Days? Years? Eternity. It’s the coward’s way out, isn’t it? No pain, no difficulty, just swallow a load of drugs and there you go. Gone. It’s not dramatic. Not even particularly attractive. With blood, there’s drama and gruesome beauty in the bright, deep red. Jumping off a building, or hanging yourself, or most others of the hundreds of ways to do this, too, show courage. Grace. Complete and utter determination to end your sorry existance. But I’ve always taken the coward’s way. I could never stand up fYou Are My Being
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If there is nothing to draw me to the light
I fall to the Void
I drown
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