My heart can never be broke,
since he was never loved,
but my thoughts can pretend,
that she has been broken,
time and time again,
and imagine the feel of sorrow,
that comes from the cut,
when the knife enters,
deep into my shattered heart,
piercing deep inside my soul,
but that feeling is worthless,
and no love makes me question,
what then is my purpose,
of feeling something you know,
hurts, but hurts not to have,
the world is dark,
no matter how much light shines.
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