It started with an ending

 feel like a poem in a world where nobody knows how to read.

In a world where happiness is a myth.

 There The sunrises will turn into sundowns representing the way that blood stream's in the body, from the heart to the smallest part, the imagination, with less blood there's less use, it'll become materialistic. 

In other words sad, unimportant.

 While sitting on a top of a mountain in the new world, viewing the unforgettable memories, I'll try not to cry, hugging my legs trying to cover myself up from the world as if I'm nude, 

maybe then I'll feel safe.

Maybe there was something beautiful about the way I fell apart.

A lost child is unforgivable to me.

A broken friendship is unforgivable to me.

A messed up romance is unforgivable to me.

A broken soul is unforgivable to me.

A wounded heart is unforgivable to me.

So I'll put a border around my heart with the hope that someone might try to crack it again, because the last one who tried failed. Gave up. Left me wondering, was it worth it?

Did we even had a chance?

It started with an ending.