"How would I kill myself" I was asked,
"Put my heart out to be broken again" was my reply
For after the 4th or 5th time I knew,
that another broken heart, would surely make me die
"I would put my feelings on the line" I elaborated
Time and time again, I trusted my soul
Eventually I realized, that I would just end up seeing,
My soul fall and crack, like a ceramic bowl
"I'm done!" I say, yet it is not true,
I want to be through with this masochism
I want to trust in You, and rid myself of this pain
But further I fall, deep into my heart's schism
"Please, God!" I beg, "Throw me your rope!
Give me your lifeline, pull me out!
Send me your strength Lord, lead me to her!
The one you want for me, water my emotional drought!"














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