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Broken

My heart is broken, but you don't care...
You laugh at my pain, but yet...yet you cover your's
Hiding your pain breaks your already broken heart.
Broken is what you areand what you shall be...
There's no escaping your past, no matter how far or fast you go...
It will catch up to you...
Broken or not either way you will be broken.
You can try to stop the pain, if you will it all away...but it will come back...
to haunt you the rest of your days untill the blood drains from your already
dead body...Killing is the only way to save you from all this pain.
But pain will always be there so no matter what you can't run from you pain.
Poem by Angelette