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Couplet Suicide Poems | Couplet Poems About Suicide

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Even The Angels Wept

The day you died you took me with you,
The way you lied shook me black and blue.

The sorrow you felt, I sure felt it too,
The tomorrow dreams won’t come true.

All the good hello's turned into dying goodbye's,
All the to’s and fro’s burned holes in my eyes.

You thought you were so sly, but I always knew,
You fought so hard to die and knew I needed you.

Depressing mornings and nights of pure hell,
Lessening of warnings and sights when you fell.

Deprivation of your soul saving wonder,
Trepidation of your whole wavering thunder.

Heavy-hearted moments with stitches on your wrists,
Broken-hearted atonement with twitches on your fists.

Unheard thoughts engraved in your soul,
The third day I tried to save you...you lost control.

Forgiveness with a burden held on my left shoulder,
Impulsiveness when you're hurting, (I couldn't hold her). 

     Bleeding and burning and 
                                     living and dying....
                 Needing and turning and
                                           giving and crying....

It's been five long years since I’ve rested and slept,
I try to smile but in my dreams even the angels wept.

Date Written: May 1, 2016

Your Best Rhyming Poem
John Hamilton

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016

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Touched by Suicide

a trouble or struggle; something that is hard to understand or surmount

I’ve felt hell’s fire and dealt with many circumstances I may confide- But the most difficult thing I have to live with is being touched by suicide. She brought sunshine to my rain and day dreams of true compassion- That was my beloved sister - Karen…so full of life long dreams and passion. -so I thought… Truth be told the last six years have been the worst years of my life- Remembering her final days on earth, so full of self-hatred and strife. She went from a blazing fire to embers of ashes in all of one glance- And I knew deep down inside she really never had a living chance. -this I knew… See, suicide is a tricky situation when I stop and think of her reasons- Looking back, she seemed to have a different personality for every season. The anguish I am left with bleeds my soul dry and heart ripped to shreds- If only I could have given her a healthier life, more happiness instead. -my only wish… “How do I cope?”, one may ask when wondering how I still live in grief- I need to say the greatest gift is my quill that brings me honest relief. I had days of mourning and nights of weeping without a breath- And many times when I wished I too, that I ended up leaving in death. -sad days encountered… Life is so difficult even when you are having the greatest of days- But when dealing with such a tragic loss it’s worse in so many ways. People always tell me, “don’t worry honey, time always heals”- Well I say right back to them, “you just don’t know how it feels”. -pain never passes… A Difficult Topic For You Poetry Contest Sponsor: Lewis Raynes Date Written: September 23, 2016

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016

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Draining Heart

She kept her love in an unlit lantern.
Sure no heart would ever return her burn,
Sure dreaming of love was not a viable choice,
She sought only to quiet her desire’s voice.

Then the man came with such a loving touch
And convictions that he loved her very much.
His perfect ways made her loving heart swell,
So she let her emotions grow and dwell.
Together they shared a perfect, loving time.
Her emotions grew to a polished shine.
She knew their love was true and complete,
A perfect blend of feelings and physical heat.

Their days and couple ways increased her ease.
Each moment together designed a joy to please.
His words and quick smile completed her need.
She never doubted love was destined to succeed.

Then he altered, became rude and abrupt.
Her world swirled, now tainted and corrupt.
In desperation for sincerity to be caught
Her unbalanced emotions fought and fought.

As though her innocence was of no matter
He sent her name and heart on course to shatter.
He only wanted to steer clear of any blame
So he darkened her world with painful shame.

She could not fit her love back in the lantern,
could not return the raw pain and aching burn.
In despair she gave only her blade a choice,
Letting heart’s blood drown her desire’s voice.

... CayCay Jennings
Sept. 22, 2015

Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2015

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My Head is a Monster

My head is a monster my monster's a head
it's clawing and tearing my right mind to shreds

My heart is a devil, it fights just for hell
my lovesick affection is not doing well

My lungs are my prison, they keep me held in
they won't let me breath nor escape panic's din

My feet are my anchor, which should keep me from frowning
but anchors are not very helpful when drowning

Copyright © An Anomaly | Year Posted 2016

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Pain Of The Night

Pain Of The Night

There is a short story of Hemingway’s
Called “A Clean Well-Lighted Place”.
An old widower in a small Spanish town
Nightly frequents a café until it closes down.
Behind his back, some of the waiters deride
Him, because the widower had attempted suicide.
One married waiter complained repeatedly,
That because of him they couldn’t ever close early.
However one older waiter had more sympathy,
Because like the old man, he had no family.
The old waiter understood that pain in the night,
Could be held back in a place that’s clean and bright.

I remember when I was single and free to roam,
And later as a soldier deployed far from home,
That old message of Ernest Hemingway’s
About needing a clean well-lighted place.
Without love and family, life seems just sleep and work.
Solitude is most oppressive sitting in the dark.
Our connection to others helps keep us alive;
Gives us meaning and a reason to survive.
So if you have nobody, and feel the pain of the night,
Surround yourself in a place that’s clean and bright.

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2015

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Once Upon A Time


I felt bold, placing an Ad in New York's Village Voice; see
I needed a friend, a guide, a conscientious lover of my choice

But as I read and read, one unusual two page letter
Stated that they'd be my slave, and loyal house sitter

That was start and end of that; but meanwhile,
I met a lonely young woman wanting to commit suicide

I showed her warmth, serenity, and rest; then I went to work
Leaving her with view of Hudson River, and lush trees in the park

That summer, I introduced her to her very own cozy space
Next door. Lo and behold, she found and looked like grace

One afternoon, as I hurried to fetch my usual subway train
This once lonely girl stopped to model her gold engagement ring

She stood hand in hand, with a spectacled gentleman I'd seen, so
I simply smiled, said farewell, and played back tapes of old scenes.


Copyright © Iris Elizabeth Sankey-Lewis | Year Posted 2016

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I wish for a friend who would stay
I wish the sun would shine each day
I wish I knew what made me so blue
I wish there was something I could do

I wish that like a child I could play
I wish all the voices would go away

I wish I could hide from the hullabaloo 
I wish my smile was not always untrue 

I wish the pain would fly far faraway
I wish my lonely life could end today

Sometimes our wishes do come true 
With one step my mortal coil I now undo  

Copyright © Shane Cooper | Year Posted 2015

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Total War

Bitterness, loneliness,
Anger and pain,
Whole worlds suffer
Yet none may gain.
Frustration, futility,
Strife without end,
Mankind’s in the dust
Death comes as a friend.

Copyright © May Fenn | Year Posted 2015

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Reaching Out

From a lonely grave a broken heart reaches out  
Touches within my intermost being without a doubt

Did she not have any courage left within her grasp
A tiny bit to help her cling on and a small hand to clasp

Wondering for years what really happened back then
Accidental poisoning or suicide in the glen

Six days she lingered in agony's strong grip
Was she able to repent and leave on the gospel ship?

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2015

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This Fisherman's Wish

He be from a young age, being close to the sea His excitement being, just what will he see Books, stories, told so much he He just wants to be, what all's told to thee Many trips he's been, many species he's caught Previous excitements captured, leaving him naught Being a typical Fisherman, telling sizes he's seen He to Lanzarote, never the Anglers King For he, and just he, when he's caught in running run No matter it's size, from the sea it all begun To enter it's depths, knowing it's depths won't return This Fisherman's Wish, no tomorrows having earned <*>

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2013

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Turn Back The Clock

Turn Back The Clock

Six months have now passed since I learned of your death
Still grapple with the reality that you no longer draw breath

Taking your own life left me feeling bewildered and shocked
If I could make a Genie's wish this is one reality I like blocked

Hanging yourself at just forty four with so much soul to give
If only I could turn back the clock and make you want to live

You kept many secrets from me , sadly depression was one
I know if I knew there was probably nothing I could have done

It explains so much, the lies, the absences and why you drank
Holding tightly to your secret instead of being morally frank

Whenever you saw me, you hug me so tight and tell me you loved me
Bursting into tears at grocery store realizing you again I would never see

I miss your emails sent monthly with heartwarming pictures attached 
Pleading with me to give us another chance if I ever became unattached

Ironically I learned of your death six days after breaking off with other guy
Lives hand dealt swiftly and harshly as from heaven I'm sure you seen me cry

So many incredible happy memories of you I hold dearly in my heart
I feel you around me, you're with me in spirit even though we are apart

I hope your now at peace and happy that Kim and I are chums
Please be our guardian angel and protect us until our time comes

RIP Lee aka Bam Bam  .....Love, Pebbles

Copyright © Cecilia Macfarlane | Year Posted 2015

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In the glowing embers, of an evening fire
There dances the last remnants, of my desire

A melancholy, is stirred by an evening breeze
As my lips quivered, I knelt on bended knees

A lonesome howl, is carried upon the breeze
To fan the fire within, flames were sent to tease

As past thought and feelings enveloped my soul
The emptiness inside raged, spirit out of control

I asked him for forgiveness of my imperfect soul
Even as I tried climbing out of this dark, black hole

The stench of burning flesh, I carry everywhere
Since I fell from your grace, into this pit of despair

Let the fire of life dwindle and as the night air cools
I feel it's warmth leave my body and forms into pools

All I pray is that pain and sadness felt is left behind
Is this really a sane act or thoughts of an insane mind

Copyright © Tom Larrow | Year Posted 2013

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Death of the Drama Queen

They gathered to say goodbye
Shell shocked and wondering why

The great Drama Queen was dead
She was found that way in bed

Didn’t think she’d follow through
But her frustration grew and grew

No one could hear her heart’s cry
Now they stood wondering why

How could she take her own life?
She...the good mother and wife

For her, the “drama” was real
She chose to die not to feel

That moment, life’s closing act
She’d left her greatest impact

This life is only a stage
Scripted drama on each page

Done “acting” she now could rest
Drama Queen played THIS role best

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013

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Just One More Day

Just One More Day 

It's been a whole year now since you went away.
They say it gets easier, maybe, some day.

So many things we still needed to say.
If I could see you, just one more day.

I'd beg of you, "Why did you take your own life?"
"Have you any idea of my sadness and strife?"

Would there be anything you'd like to say?
If I could see you, just one more day?

So many nights my mind drifts in wonder.
I lye there awake, head pounding like thunder.

I realize there wasn't much I could do.
Would you've still done the same if I'd said I loved you?

Or would I be sitting here still hurt this way?
So cold to the comforting words people say.

Peace is the one thing that's not in my mind.
How many years will it take me to find?
Could I have saved you from dying that day?
Could my fragile mind cope with the words you would say?

Your shackles were gone when you set yourself free.
Mine have been on since you passed them to me.

With just a few answers I might find my way.
If I could see you, just one more day.


Copyright © Jeannie Minor | Year Posted 2015

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Transformed smile

The hurtful smile
A life lived in denial...

Pressures exerted from the outside.
Life dealt him the hind-side...

The emotion of fear -
a peaceful, yet regretful tear...

Rolling, rumbling, glistening...
his face is resting...

The hurtful smile
relieved for a while...

Copyright © Kennith van Wyk | Year Posted 2014

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death is near

The ends is hear
Death is near
I take these pills 
With out any skills
I can not breathe
My heart is slowing its beat
I see the light
It is very bright
My life is coming to an end 
Death is around the bend
I give my possessions to a friend
Because he was there too the end
He watched me suffer
Put me under the cover
I got rid of the pain
That my life is no longer in vain

Copyright © Jason Barth | Year Posted 2015

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It is what it is

I have endured life's up's and down's,
I keep to myself and don't make a sound.

I fight with my thoughts every single day,
nothing I do helps make it go away.

It's been a long road and a hard one to follow,
now I am at a dead end and my heart is hollow.

You can call me a coward but your not me,
I don't want your pity so just let me be.

Thank you for the help you all tried to give,
I can't take anymore I no longer want to live.

I feel that suicide is the answer for me,
it's time to release my demons and set me free.


                                                                  March 27,2013

Copyright © Colleen Bono | Year Posted 2013

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Painful Fate

Pain splatters teardrops on my brain
No wonder why I’m soaking from misery’s rain
I tried to comfort her and take her under my wing
But every time we talked her words left a burning sting
So I put a pillow over her head
Wishing and waiting for her to be dead
But instead she slapped me into confusion
Is my life real or not? A question that gives me frustration
So I used to hurt myself to know what’s real
I couldn’t even trust the way I feel
And the only feelings that I had are the ones I didn’t want
Like nightmares and relationships; and all the others that shall always taunt
I wanted to drink until I got severely drunk
Maybe that would get me out of this funk
But then I said no; I’m too afraid to be my father
Imagine everyone telling you that you’ll be just like that monster
I’ve been told that like a million times
And I felt like if I was slapped by billions of extremely sour limes
Words that almost made me commit suicide
Everything that broke me and made me fall
Yet didn’t kill me didn’t make me stronger at all
Why do people say things that make no sense?
Are they all lies or is my life just a bit intense
Why would I want to hear that I would be abusing
Backstabbing and abandoning everyone I’m supposed to be loving
And worst of all I look just like the monster that I hate
So I despise myself and my devastating fate
Because from the pain I cannot hide
I would rather put a gun to my head and pull the trigger
And hear my heartbeat quickly get bigger
Fall to my knees and say goodbye
And let my last tears fall from my eyes

Written under the influence of anger and depression

Copyright © Julie Alcin | Year Posted 2013

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This Very Instant

This Very Instant

How can bright comedian become religious
Assume a position that is often prestigious
And to hear and listen to must be prepared;
How can comedians with others be compared?

Was comedian genius who of had a stroke?
And one troubling day his spirit soon broke
Hated it when his humor he had to hide;
Great comedian who once was bona fide. 

Comedians came and would soon pass by
Who on for our humor we always did rely
With their fun and jokes being persistent
Went to heaven in a flash and an instant.

James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran

Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015

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Bye, Bye Robin

Bye, Bye Robin Williams

If only my peace I could now rest in

And wouldn't have to start over again;

All of my efforts which were fruitless

Now are of no value and totally useless.

Begins have begun and endings gone by;

Many things about myself, I had to deny;

What I felt was a false sense of being

And deep within me nothing was agreeing.

Conflicts continue on as they still persist

And if I lived again, what would I insist;

Time after time and over and over again

If I had prayed to God ending it with Amen.

Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2014

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This Will Startle You

This Will Startle You

What if you were to become overly involved
Results were that your group was dissolved
Wondering where he should go from here
As he tries to overcome his each fear.

On you mind, what will worry have an effect?
Which is next sin he should try to select
And remove from arsenal containing many
In the end will finally no longer have any.

Meaning of this, what could it possibly ne?
So committed suicide to set my soul free
From all of my life which was full of despair
And on my body, I felt trauma everywhere.

Was all mixed up from my mental condition
That is a modern rendition of a new tradition
Of having given up when all is finally lost
Died and behind remains of life had tossed.

James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran

Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2014

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Salutations and Satin Sheets

Pulling up his pants I think he's already forgotten me
Smeared lipstick and a handful of twenty's

Dirty condoms laying on couch, the bed, and the floor 
He gives me a mischievous wink and out the door

Now i'm angry at what I've done 
A filthy whore with cheap discreet fun

Laying on my bed it smells like sex
My life has always been cursed like a hex

No worries i've got a way to take away the pain
Pulled the trigger on my twenty two and blew out my brain

Copyright © shane solomon | Year Posted 2013

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Longing To Perish

I feel the willows sway in the midst of my  b r o k e n  hearted moments,
I keel over on my pillow with fists clenched, unguarded lost in atonement.

After all was said and done your death threw my heart in the tumbled breeze,
after your soul bled you knew a fresh start wouldn't give your trouble ease.

Forgiven behavior releases a relinquished desire to keep on weeping,
I beg my Savior, "oh PLEASE! Extinguish my fire"…while you're left sleeping.

A thousandfold tears can’t even compare to all the craving salt I’ve cried,
I lay and hold your blanket in fear, if only I could’ve saved you from suicide.

If staying you decided, would my arms holding yours free you from your pain?
You chose dying and causing harm to yourself, unfolding your decree in vain.

I NEEDED you then…I need you now…how will my lost soul keep on existing?
I pleaded to you then…I PLEAD to you now…you lost control and kept resisting.

For every day I spent with you was the best memories I will always cherish,
you didn’t stay, I knew you’d get your way…for you always longed to  p e r i s h.
*Couplet with internal rhyme*
Couplet Time-Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Rick Parise

Date Written: August 21, 2016

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016

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Hazel Eyes

While she couldn’t always see the silver lining,
every word she spoke was redefining.
She saw the world rather different from the rest:
although there was darkness, she only spoke of the best.
When keeping memories, she was very selective –
she threw away any that blurred her ideal perspective.
She added beauty and compassion to every point of view:
as if her golden brown eyes changed the image that filtered through.
As time passed, her world darkened a little more everyday:
until she found herself sitting alone in a gloomy alleyway.
She heard a man ask her: “What’s wrong Hazel Eyes?’’
She merely replied: “This is not the life I used to visualize.”
He tried to convince her, that her perception of reality was shaded -
but when she looked up again, the spark in her eyes had faded.
While she wondered how her once perfect life had reached such a low. 
She knew that she was stuck and that it was finally time to let go.
She felt that she could finally see the world and its truths clearly:
so she said goodbye to the life she once loved dearly.  
By: Ashley Jade Saffy (2016)

Copyright © Ashley Saffy | Year Posted 2016

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Nightmare of a Pilot

Gazing with a distant soft saddened stare,
Locked in a zone and I'm staring out there. 

Trampling emotions are mangling my soul.
A pilot flying solo with no self control. 

Headfirst - a nose dive in progress.
Thinking twice - a complex process. 

Falling aimlessly constant flashbacks in mind. 
Gusting wind rushing my eyes forcing them blind. 

Gravity's strong pull is more than my own.
No turning back, a decision full blown. 

Ground zero near, it's closing in fast.
Seconds from death, my breath at its' last. 

I'm screaming so loud I wake myself up. 
A nightmare repeated, my mind is shook up. 

- Yours Truly

Copyright © Yours Truly | Year Posted 2013

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How thin is the line between love and death?
A poet's mind's length; a fine, raven  hair's breadth.
I remember clearly all those sweet times 
We lay after sex; all the low clock chimes
With your head on my heaving, breathless chest; 
The nights without you; alone; cold at best.
Between thumb and finger I twist the bond, 
The rope which we played with; with which so fond.
Muscle memory reties naughty knots;
As my mind's projector plays those old thoughts; 
It's ironic; those ties that gave us joy
Should end all the pain in this tragic boy; 
That the rope with which I tied fast her hands
Should snatch my soul out from the Devil's plans.
I slip down that knot; fasten the rafter, 
As I kick that chair, I hear her laughter.

Copyright © Darren Mallett | Year Posted 2014

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Sad Round of Beer

Sad Round of Beer

When in all of self-pity a person wallows
Will soon be greeted by their own gallows,
And all the many things they tried to hide
Encouraging efforts to commit suicide.

With many felt like I had a close bond
Which disappeared with wave of a magic wand;
To many may seem tragic my difficult end
So this euphoric, eloquent eulogy must send.

What words could describe my each woe?
Battle is over and towel in have to throw,
And now on earth, I am no longer are here;
For Robin, drink one more sad round of beer.

James Thomas 
Retired Veteran

Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2014

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Been on Back Road Again

Been On Back Road Again

I have been on a back road again
And never can ever remember when
God made great girl like her for me
Such a lovely sight for us to see.

But back road I have reached its end
So this letter still will want to send;
Remember guitar that we once had?
Lost it one day and now I am sad.

Reminds me of all my love I lost
After by life around being bossed;
She didn't wanted to be my wife;
So went out and took her own life.

Why do certain things occur?
It was me God made for her;
Unhappy am forever and a day
Knowing that she passed away.

James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran

Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015

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No Longer Here Will Remain

No Longer Here Will Remain

Had heard softy sound of a distant drum
After to all of his desires he did succumb
While lying there dreaming in his bed
Having to face facts he often would dread.

What if pregnant she were to become?
And me like an idiot who was so dumb
Forgot about words she often had said
About ways she wished that I was dead.

Over and over repeated and repeated
What was said without a word being deleted
Hoping to win at least some of her favor back
And when greeted would give me more slack.

But even still after that the fact remained
In many things may be well versed and trained
Lights became lower and were growing dim
Had to face facts things were growing grim.

Know I will never win her back again
And for sure no matter what, where or when
From me a loser she had left and gone
I the great lover and also a Don Juan.

Waited and wanted it all over and done
Placed bullet gently into cylinder of a gun
Then did fire it directly into my brain
My life here on earth no longer will remain.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Soldier and Poet

Sadly, there are still some people out 
there who feel like this.

Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015

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love starved

If love is a hunger.Then my heart is 
empty.The pains run deeper then 
the pacific ocean floor.So many 
lovers my heart feels like a revolving 
door.I ask my mother to feed me 
cause i    hunger for her love .She 
gave me the left over scraps from 
my sisters and brother.barely 
enough to stop the pain.I ask my 
father to feed me and he only feeds 
my mother ,and when he 
remembers that I have no love he 
says hes fresh out.I asked my 
husband to  feed me .But he cant 
even make food.He gives me a 
dinner mint of lust .It disappears as 
soon  as it touches my 
lips.Countless lovers taking from an 
already starved heart. The inner 
parts of my heart consumed by the 
love given but never received.My 
heart is just and empty hollow lining 
.So empty the hunger pains can 
never be felt again.

Copyright © Sophia Jenkins | Year Posted 2013