When the heart falls and dies..
What does it become?
It becomes the dirt.
It becomes the venom.
The trash beneath your feet.
Do me a favor.. and set me aflame?
That pain is nothing compaired to your razor blade words.
Words.. they cut so deep.
I pray I bleed out.
This emotion soaked floor I lay on..
Is as filthy, cold and unforgiving as you.
Your hate... a bitter flavor in my mouth.
I'm choking on it.. may I suffocate.
CHERRYB0MBZ Community Member 
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