A Knife to the Tire

My heart is being crushed every single day.
No matter the speed of the present—

You have forsaken your first love!
So it remains, permeating expression only through the weather and hearts like mine.

Just, please—
Remember the height you have fallen.

Am I that silent?
Are you so deaf?

The power within
Compares not to that which prevented my self-inflicted death.

Draw only the water weight of disappointment and sorrow;
Oh, the well of perspectives to borrow.

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