Love,
It can be so full of happiness
And of disires of two people being together,
But for some,
It only brings emptiness.
Sitting in this dark room
Full of unthinkable and horrid thoughts
Of what death's cold embrace feels like
Or of the pain in death
Of knowing that nobody is there to care.
Even now death is looking down on me
With a big grin spread out on his skeletol face
Laughing at how cruel this world has been
To have me die with the fate
Of never being loved
That is what real pain feels like
It cannot be compaired with anything else
No pain of physical nature can be greater
Than that of a dying, broken heart.
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