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My heart is gone

and my past is dead.

What is this 'hope

for the road ahead'?

Life is drear,

without you dear,

but even then,

I haven't seen you

in what all those days

feel like years.

The wound is gone

and the pain comes back.

I've already changed

from blonde to black.

What do you want?

What did you think

was going to become

of you and me?

After all this,

my bags are packed

and I can't wait

for not another bullshit word

from you.

The wound is deep,

but don't feel bad.

My blood has seeped,

but why are you mad?

Don't you see?

It's all your fault,

but take this in:

you let it go.

You dropped it all.

You left me waiting

by the stairs.

You showed me

how no one really cares.

Reviews

[Twistedme]

Nice, it shows a lot of emotion but I think you could change the ending into a better one. But thats my opinion, I like a poem with a strong ending to it, which I'm sure you could create easily :z