| Shattered trust, like shards of glass, cut, tear, shred, the parts of me, intertwined in you. Fragile bonds, rebuilt on love, and memories past, emotions based on the devotions of yesterdays, ripped and torn come crashing down, severing the umbilical cord that held us to each other. Tears and blood mix, diluting each other, smearing the words shared, the promises made, the dreams and schemes desired. Questions without answers, a love without a tomorrow, hopes crushed in Death's impending hand. An addiction to suicide bears so many unwilling victims all crying and trying for one last sweet understanding. A need to know, to comprehend, to find, to love, one last time with a security, an honesty, a trust that cannot be for your sickness spreads, infects, kills all that touches, all that loves what once was you. |
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