The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry. – Ernest Hemingway.

A poem about a man who has a broken heart and hides it well.

Written February 26, 2010.

Sad poem about a man with a broken heart.

Poetry.

A broken heart bleeds tears of sadness.

Poetry.

Poetry.

I take this razor to the skin, I’ll show you all what you did.
First slice is okay,
Second slice, you feel a little pain,
Third slice you feel it more,
Fourth slice you feel no more,
Pull up the my sleeves,
Save me now or I’ll die tonight,
To be honest I love when you mess with my head,
I’d rather going crazy instead.

Mirror Mirror on the wall,
Who is huntin’ me down “til I fall?
Mirror Mirror in my room,
Who is the one who wants to cause my doom?
Mirror Mirror with no doubt,
Who”s the one who’s seeking me out?
Mirror Mirror can you hear,
Who is the one who wants me to fear?
Mirror Mirror to whom my message I send,
Who is the one who wants to cause my end?