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My Poor Heart

There's no way to describe
the pain that I feel.
The wounds go too deep;
my heart can not heal.

I've been burned by too many,
helped my too few,
ignored by the people
who don't have a clue.

I feel like my life
is falling apart.
Oh, somebody please
come help my poor heart.

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  • i wish there was some way i could help take your pain away....
    it makes me sad to know how bad your feeling at the moment
    but keep writing your poems are amazing!! x


    • NvrTh1nEn0ugh
      August 26
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      Thanks. You really don't know how much that means to me. A lot of these poems I actually wrote sometime within the last 4 years so they're not all new. I've just never really been able to share them with anyone because this is the part of me that no one ever sees in "real life."