| End Cry out, silence Shake-break-crush me Just skip all the nuisance The good part really Has no glory, flimsy Tear down my heart Just make it break It's a waste on my part Give me the heartache Melted precious snowflake Just hurry on to the end Hurt worse with the journey Fewer wounds to mend Kill me cheaply, easy Hide your knife bloody Not worth the time To have a little happiness Always ends in its prime Easy to be friendless Souls left nameless love poems anonymous  | 
	||