When your heart is hurt,And theres nothing
you can do, You feel like death is comeing, When
hatred and sadness consumes you, Talking never helps
They promise and swear,But never mean any of it,
When hatred consumes, You may do something you will
regret, And others will fret, When a loved is gone,
Never let them go.
short but still felt.Alot of my poemz are pain poemz this is good