Everything That Mattered
Is Broken
Everything I Had
Disappeared
Everything I Loved
Betrayed Me
Hiding In Shame
Is This All A Game?
Crying My Eyes Dry
My Spirits May Never Be High
And Yet
Though You've Thrown Me Like A Dart
Thrown Me In A Cart
To Be Hauled Away,
And Though My Life is Dark
I Still Give You
My Heart
First thing you should know, Love is everything to me. So when my heart breaks, I don't... I don't take it very well. I suppose this is just, just venting... Both the poem and the picture.
