The End I am #lifeless There is very little to keep me going I hold on to a very thin thread of a dream I don't want to be near anyone, not even myself I want this feeling to stop Why won't it all end I want to permanently sleep To dream To not feel like this To end this feeling I don't want to go on Is it time? How close am I to the end?

Dead My heart is in my stomach This isn't a feeling of butterflies I have done the most heinous of things It doesn't beat the way it should It leaves me feeling empty from my scalp to my toes I miss you, I have always missed you You made me feel whole, comfortable, loved Things never went as planned Can we start over? Net, no, never I don't think I can be forgiven Net, no, never Will I hear from you again Net, no, never Should I hear from you again Net, no, never Will my heart ever recover Net, no, never My #life will never be the same Net, no, never For there will always be a part of it missing You...

Broken Hearted My heart has fallen from my chest I can see it laying #lifeless on the floor Red and full it once was Now it is bleak and silent I dare not pick it up It is painless where it lays

I Want It! Something there and I don’t know what, I still want it. Even without knowing, I yearn for it. I think I know what it is, it’s a craving. I push and pull, craving it. I will never find it. It’s almost mourning for it. I can see it, I can feel it. It’s a need I create nervousness. A necessity! It’s there and I throw it away. Is it the wanting I want? Is it the yearning I yearn? Is it the craving I crave? Do I need to mourn? It is not a necessity! I continue to live in limbo Wanting, yearning, craving, mourning. The need isn’t the question, the need is the answer. The need is the necessity, not knowing is the cause. I don’t need to know, I need the need I want the want, the yearn, the craving, the mourning. That, is the necessity…

The Heart Is Fragile If you push your heart it may fall If you pull your heart it may tear If you close your heart it may whither If you open your heart it may be crushed But if you share you heart it will forever grow