Heart divides,
Love decides.
What to do now,
I’m not in the mood to row.
I miss the life,
Without a knife.
To slit my wrists,
Love insists.
Since he never cared at all,
I only feel the black hole.
I pay in blood,
Rooms a flood.
Of all the tears I cry,
Why should I try?
To remember the past,
Or even the last.
The last guy I ever had,
It’s the first that makes me sad.
6 years,
Another 2 to stop the tears.
I’m over it,
Only a little bit.
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