End is near
And I sense no fear
All I sense is hopelessness
And a cry out for help
Who am I waiting for?
Whom to wait for?
None was there,
None left.
Just waiting counting down the minutes,
For the theft of my broken heart.
But would anybody want,
Something utterly wrecked.
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Author:
athena.walker (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Its always as hard as it seems.
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Suicide could be a realistic option ...
couldn't relate more
Hang in there. Broken hearts can be amended in time. This is a sad poem and many will relate. Take care Athena.
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