Poem of the Brokenhearted

I have felt the loss of someone. The unending torture of pain that grows day by day but as I have thought it wouldn’t get worse, it did. I hid behind the deep waters of my tears, as have you and many others. To try to forget someone’s existence that once affected your own felt impossible. This is the nature of life I could never get used to. You may care or not for the dead. But this is a poem of the brokenhearted.

I have felt the pain of rejection. She was once the moonlight of my darkness, the relief of my pain. And when things get bad she left me alone with someone else. I was betrayed and devastated.  I hid behind the deep waters of my tears, as have you and many others. You may care or not if I bled. But this is a poem of the brokenhearted.

I have felt the silence of depression. As the walls of my morality being torn down by an ever consuming darkness. I felt helpless and alone as words from other people slowly became a mockery of my corporality. I hid behind the deep waters of my tears, as have you and many others. You may care or not for the sadness in my head. But this is a poem of the brokenhearted.

I have felt the disappointment of failure. Times when success was impossible and losing was more probable. As the distance of people close to me grows larger and larger and before I knew it, I am already at rock bottom. I hid behind the deep waters of my tears, as have you and many others. You may care or not for the tears I shed. But this is a poem for the brokenhearted.