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It came from nowhere.
Like a scar ripped open,
The black just took over.
I was happy, I had almost
Forgotten.

The darkness in my soul,
The shadow under the sun,
It’s the damn wall I hit going
Top speed in my car.
It’s anger, and resentment.

It’s sadness that’s overwhelming.
I need help.
I need an escape.
I need you.

I keep moving
Through this gray
Monotonous
World.
I feel like a robot
Repeating my day
Over and over and
Over again.
Repeat until
Someone feels
Repleted.
How naive I was
To even think
I was calloused
To the monotony
Of modern life.

You killed me. 

Ripped my heart from

My breast 

And locked it in

Your secret chest. 

Hid the key in a book, 

Along with a map 

Back to that nook

Behind your apartment

And on the brook.

Over the bridge

We used to walk

Down the path to

The beach, we used to talk
.
The map ending

With an “X”

A kiss so light
It couldn’t last.

Maybe if I try,
Maybe if I wore
That stupid tie
That you bought
Me on our first date,
Maybe then you’d
Think about our fate.
It’s cheesy and corny,
I know, but it’s sweet.
Now I’m drunk and horny
And laying in the street.
Maybe I’ll be hit by a car,
Or better yet, maybe
You’ll find me in the bar
And take me home
To sleep it off
Or leave me
While all your friends scoff
At the loser you used to love
Now drinking away the pain,
Bottle of jack to go,
To finish on the train.

I guess you’re just busy
With work, with family,
With friends, with your life.
I guess you’re top busy
For the one you said you
Love.
Or am I just excusing you
For your ignorance?
Didn’t you know what
You said?
What it meant?
To me?