Was it all worth it?
Is this kind of pain,
worth having?
Was being with you,
really worth my tears?
My sorrow?
My broken heart?
If only,
I wish,
I wish you didn't give mixed messages.
Even now,
I am so confused
My brain is crying in a corner,
trying to process your words.
My heart was murdered.
It lies dead,
bleeding continuously,
on the sidewalk of my soul.
The streets run red.
The sky is black.
The buildings have crumbled.
The demons of the night,
they have eaten the sun.
There is chaos.
The city of my soul,
is like an apocalyptic movie scene.
Except,
this is no joke, no cinematic feature.
This is REAL.