Unfinished
A life unfinished
Ended too soon
Was it all the pills you took?
All the alcohol you drank?
All the blood you let run down?
All the words that got in your head?
Or was it the person who broke your heart?
The sad part is you don't have to die for your life to be cut short
Some people die of heartbreak
Of shame
Of hatred
But they still breath, just like you and me
The only difference is
The numbness
This poem is about:
Me