• I walk along the cold, stone road,
    The wind blows my hair back but my eyes remain covered.
    My eyes are pale and empty,
    My skin is chalky and white.
    I gasp and fall to the ground on my knees,
    I cry out, but no one is there,
    Tears fall down my face,
    And I fall apart.
    Like a puzzle,
    I break apart into pieces,
    Able to fit together,
    But too small to matter.
    I cry and gasp for air,
    My broken heart's shards go through me,
    And fall upon the stones.
    He hurt me too much, and for the last time.
    I can't cry any more tears for him,
    For no more tears are left,
    And the only thing I cry,
    Is the blood I have not yet shed...