Heart breaker she was, who's apth was littered with crimson dipped pieces of her past.

Every broken promise was like a knife to her heart.

Long ago she was burning with the fire of hope.

Ego clawed at her, invaded, poisoned every thought.

Night aided death, unsilently and unmissed did she go.

Abandoned she was, for all those who she opened to, left in shear horror of what she carried in her heart

This poem is about: 
Our world


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