My empty, broken heart is left in the pouring rain to soak up my tears.
I lay all night all by myself
dying
with tears running down my wet face,
’cause the person I loved ripped out my heart waiting for me to die.
Dying, bleeding with no one to love
because no one acts as if they care for me.
Each time I try to talk to someone,
they always act as if I don’t exist.
Hesitating to talk to the person I loved at one point
kills me more and more each day.

© Teresa Forbes