The pain and anger which makes one cry,
is the same thing that we dispise.
The hurt is just to much for words,
So now my soul flies with the birds.
I hate that you lied to my heart,
your lies are what broke us apart.
I know that you are hurt inside,
because I knew but couldn't hide.
I miss you much with all my mind,
but feel as though I'm left behind.
Nothing to say my feelings have died,
Those feelings that live beneath my eyes.
So tired of the long nights I cried,
with thoughts of all the times I've tried.
I hate myself what I've become,
and wait as though my life is done.
I try and hold my feelings in,
think back to when things first began.
With all the hopes and dreams we've shared,
my broken heart's beyond repair.
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Keith A. Lynema