  Broken So you still in the corner and cry Tell yourself maybe just maybe It was just that it was never meant to be You deceive yourself Seeking some solace in your lies And shun the cold world around you Your remaining companion, the radio, happily sings You wish it would just stop Anything to stop what hurts inside A stuffed toy in the corner grins sinister Reminding you of every single thing, scent, word And nothing else seems to matter The minute hand on the wall trembles And it seems like a thousand eternities But you still sit there bummed A phone rings and is answered and you hope against all hope Soft sounds of conversation drift up the stairwell And your mind slowly filters them out You close your eyes, lean against the wall Stop the images from flashing through your mind And you wish the torment of life was over      
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