• Ever since you broke my heart,
    I've felt really sick.
    Every time I think of you,
    and what you mean to me,
    I start feeling worse.
    I hate seeing your face everywhere I go.
    You told me that you loved me,
    but it was all just a show.
    It hurts so much,
    but you haven't got a clue.
    Now I think my life is through.
    If it isn't over now,
    it will be somehow.
    And now at the end,
    of this truthful poem,
    I sign it,
    with the Essence of a Teardrop.