Chapter 3- The Outcome or What's Left of Me

31 March 2010

The best thing about a heartache

Is you know that you're alive.

But, though your heart's still beating,

It's hard to just survive.

 

Sometimes the pain's unbearable,

The wounds would feign to heal;

The blood continues pouring,

The nightmare's all too real.

 

Your heart is beating out your chest,

Though you haven't moved or budged.

You feel as though you're being pressed,

And your mind is being judged.

 

Needles prick at your every thought,

Creating an overbearing obstruction.

You're afraid that you have finally been caught

In this web of pleasure and destruction.

 

My head is clearing now,

Through a dazed and dizzy state,

But the pain continues to sound

And my heart is losing pace.

 

It's cracking and falling,

And I am doing so too.

So my heart and I are leaving;

Alone and lonely, leaving soon.