Dying,

Starving,

Freezing in the cold.
 

Should I feel sorry for them?

Nothing compares

To death

caused by loving too much

 

A stabbed heart

 

Sweat,

Dripping down my back.
 

The noise echoing...

Tears,

Rolling down my face.
                               
                         

                     HATE THEM!
 

I wish I were dying.

Instead of aching like I am.

But never,

Falling inanimate,

                   On the distant floor.