My generosity becomes a cancerous sore.
A heart full of love now tattered and worn.
The pain inside is more than my own
I die inside for others, sorrow so overgrown.
I forget myself amidst the troubles.
My soul suffers and heart ache doubles.
My tears flow, a continuous stream.
When someone hurts, my inner being screams.
Murderous tears fall from your eyes,
My heart can't take the saddened cries.
I care so much for those I cherish,
My heart becomes weak, and may soon perish.
With every passing day, my heart is more icy cold,
It freezes solid, then soon turns to stone.
With all the pain lying on my heart,
A little to much to take, I feel it shatter, fall apart.
Now on the ground at my feet, the pieces gleam.
Loving all of you is harder than it seems.
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Submission Name: The Pieces Gleam
