The pain has swallowed my heart
I am the one who shattered it.
The fragments of the glass shards
fall like snow inside me.
And who are you to tell me
of all the dreams I've missed?
Why couldn't you be there
when I needed you most?
My own existance is growing weak.
There isn't much more
I think I could stand
being forever by myself.
Broken heart which is my own
couldn't you have stopped this?
My life has been sacrificed
and for what purpose?
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Written January 12th, 2006
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I loved this poem. It had a great flow, and I could really relate to what you were saying. I also really liked your tone, so passionate.
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It's a good poem, but I wish people would get new subjects for their poems. Many people write love poems, because their easy to write. Their personal and almost anyone can write them. You wrote it well, and it sounded nice, with good flow, though.

