something is tearing her apart,
ripping into her chest,
and mutilating her heart.
the once beautiful, beating heart
is now a lifeless mass in her open chest.
the things that gave her hope
are now gone.
now everyone realizes
that maybe if they could've given her
what she wanted,
that he heart wouldn't stop beating,
maybe there was a way to stop the cruel
and terrifying sight...
but they would never know,
because
really,
they didn't care at all...
-s.h.-
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The Moon, The Stars, You.
PoetryThis is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coi...
