Hurts so bad

Broken Hearts...
When I sit in my room, I wonder why I’m so alone,
I think of you, And my head is spinning, its out of control.
You played with my heart, you ruined my life.
I reach for the knife, I’m cutting trying to picture your black broken heart, Love is not like anything.
Especially a F*****g Knife.

By Jess W
Published: 7/25/2005 		Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
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