When even my tears are broken into
think if u jumped off a bridge if u flew
in bed so lone it feels like spikes
no longer day just pitch black nights
i cant feel a simple hand on my face
lost all smell and taste
a broken heart should feel like a bullet to the head
wasting away envy the dead
blood falls on the redden snow
lost of life continued to grow
my body lay lifeless on the winter floor
even my angels are dead they will no longer soar.
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