Love Killed

This is another poem about the darkness.
Right now I pour everything onto paper.
I pour my blood, my sweat, my tears
Along with my frustration, my pain, my sorrow.
My whole damn life goes onto this,
To make you feel the way I did;
To help you deal with pain like mine.
Its done, it’s over; but left instilled.
Your voice, your face; my love was killed.
It’s in my blood, my veins my heart
Like glass, its sharp; I’m ripped apart