acid tears scar my
face
with fingers one
can trace the burns
why I cry should be
your concern
since I learned of
my broken heart
ripped out, beaten,
shredded apart
that was the start
of my demise
it could be seen
deep in my eyes
deafening cries
that are not heard
contorted lips, the
speech was slurred
your
words caused tears down my face
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