A bleeding heart,
cracked and broken
like the promises once spoken.
A black soul,
cold and foresaken
the shattered remains
of a silent oath once taken.
And she swears her heart is breaking.
Her breathing is shallow,
just like him,
Slowly drowning,
because shes lost the urge to swim.
In her eyes,
they can see the despair
yet theres no one who truly
cares.
It seems they are unaware
of the teriible thoughts
running through her.
Doesnt anyone care
if they lose her?
Or do they really just want
to blindly accuse her,
of being a s***,
being a w****,
when she only loved him...
and will forever more.
With the rumors he spread,
no wonder she wishes she was dead.
But wait,
Alas, a hand reaches out to save her,
But no. its far too late...
Because he knew how to break her
And with nothing
but cold loneliness to shake her
she decides her fate.