I am the king of broken hearts,
My checkered past stops all my starts.
My wife no longer gives a care,
She makes me want to rip out my hair.
Silence my thoughts with a ringing punch,
Head hits the railing with a splintering crunch.
Sanity waves at me from afar,
Another trip made to the E.R.
Redundant rounds of lying again,
Foreseen success, released again.
Finally it happens, sanity breaks,
At last I see what I must take.
Take the knife, run down my arm,
My wife don't care about my harm.
Take myself out of the equation,
Let everyone breath a sigh of elation.
For I am the King of broken hearts,
My past always stops all my starts.
Author notes
I wrote this in the hospital, so if it sounds a bit scattered, that's the reason.
**the punch and railing incident was not me doing anything to anyone! That was me starting to lose my grip on my sanity, and injuring myself (long story about that)! **
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