The blood seeps to the floor,
nothing but a gaping wound.
You tore a hole inside me
that I cannot restore.
The deafening silence
surrounds me.
There is no peace
just raging violence.
Another form of rejection,
loneliness my only friend.
You left me cold
with no sense of direction.
I dangle over the edge of the precipice,
the rough waves splashing below.
Jagged rocks along the shore,
Staring into the abyss.
It begins to rain,
in my solitude.
The tides begin to recede
as I wallow in the pain.
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