how to hold my broken heart

inside this wounded shell,

lonely now,beside myself

inside this private hell.

where to put the tears i cry,

that dont even wet my face,

im flooding inside with emptiness,

from a lost and wounded place.

if ever you come back and see

that im no longer here,

just know that the day you broke my heart,

is the day i disappeared.

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