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Pills and a broken heart
Empty house with a broken lock,
Keys dropped in a rush.
A bottle of cheap alcohol empty to the drop.
Tiny blue and yellow pills littered the table.
A girl that feels no pain,
Not anymore,
She lies on the floor,
Face pale as paper and lips gray as the stormy sky.
This is what she chose,
She gave everything to feel no pain,
Of being forgotten in a day or two,
To be replaced by another girl.
An object of passion,
Dead was her heart,
She could no longer feel it beating,
Why live in body when her spirit was dead?
It wasn't the cheap alcohol or the pills,
It was the broken heart.
She gave everything to feel no pain.
