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Broken or whole,

Empty or full,

There is nothing more,

Painful than a hole,

Deepening and trying to pull,

Down into the core,

Of pain.

A hole cause by death,

Is a loss,

That can only train,

Your heart to be cold within a breath.

Some will toss,

Around emotions to entertain,

Their sick,

Cruel minds.

Unable to restrain,

From choices to pick,

From dealing with all kinds,

Of hurt to deal,

With alone.

In the dark,

It is easier to steal,

And to give out a tone,

Of voice that will leave a mark,

Of a cold,

Fury and confusion.

Lost in daydreams,

While unable to get a hold,

Onto reality and throwing off the illusion,

That everything is okay.

Sinking in deep,

Into the torture that is near,

And is in the way,

From where peace that will keep,

Things in check and away from fear.

One may show love,

But in the end,

Will only choose to ignore,

Any such emotion and will shove,

Any hope of be able to mend,

A broken heart leaving only more,

Pain and tears.

Best things to do,

Is to stay,

Away from fears,

And any hint or clue,

Showing a way,

Towards a deeper,

Depression or madness.

Everything would seem,

To only fall steeper,

Down into sadness,

That would make any good dream,

Appear too good,

To be true.

It is best,

To trust your heart and not the mood,

Of those who can hardly even see through,

To the truth and making everything a difficult test.