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My heart; broken, shattered, ripped even torn

Hurt so badly by the ones who have made me mourn

Diced, sliced, grated even chewed  

By lovers and friends who to me have screwed

Tears stain on the pillows because of the people i trusted, uncountable tissues used

They played with me and then when they were tired, me they refused

Tears in abundance creating salty rivers and streams

They just keep flowing even in my dreams

The eyes are swollen, aching and red

At night I laugh and smile but at night I cry all over my bed

It's hurting, make it stop I beg of you

Don't be so cruel to me; be gentle, please do.