In a way I did kill myself when I let him go.
You know, my heart used to beat for him and the moment he left, it stopped.
Now I am trying to make it start again, but this time, it will beat for me
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Poetry About Life
PoetryThe worst moment wasn't after you left Because the pain was a good companion The torment came later When I was feeling empty And fearful That because of you I have felt all that I ever could And that after you there will be nothing more.
