My smile was for you
Yet yours was for
another
I gave you all I had
You still craved some
other
My tears were for you
Yet no sorrow fell down
your face
I cried myself to sleep
Only chalk to be erased
My heartache was for you
Yet you showed no love
for me
I bled a thousand times
You didn’t care to see
My emptiness is full
It’s what is left behind
A broken sort of vessel
A
broken sort of mind
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