Posted: Saturday, November 17, 2012 11:45:03 PM
Blood is seeping through my shirt, sticking to my skin, inching its way down my torso.
Blood is rushing its way out of my heart and plunging its way out of my chest.
Blood is what keeps me alive,
But when your heart is broken in half,
The blood will flow out.
The broken pieces, all jagged and sharp,
Will puncture the epidermis in between.
It is possible to die of a broken heart, because right now, that is what I am doing.
I am dieing of a broken heart.