Breaking Point
Taking into account all she had lost,
It seemed she had such great strength.
But no one ever stopped to consider
That what they were seeing was fake.
She had carefully built up a wall
Between her and the rest of the world.
Letting no one in was her way of coping
She pretended she didn’t need company
From those who would be her friends.
She chose to be alone with her pain
Knowing that she had been its cause.
Suffering in silence all through the day,
Nights were filled by drug induced sleep.
Would a breaking point come?
It happened early one spring morning,
An ending when beginnings occur.
She had found his note by her bed.
He couldn’t live with his sorrow.
He said he would rather be dead.
She had told him she would be leaving,
Ending the love they had known.
Another’s love she was taking,
Leaving him there all alone.
He didn’t deserve what she had done.
Now she had to live with her own sorrow.
His blood was on her two hands,
As if she had been the one with the gun
Would a breaking point come?
She had never revealed the truth
By giving the reasons he took his life.
Covering it up so completely,
Planning to live out the lie.
She was afraid that her friends
Would see through what she had done.
For this reason, she had built her wall
Around her heart with her lies.
Hoping that no one would notice
The feelings she tried hard to hide.
She had told the another man goodbye,
Choosing instead to go it alone.
Would a breaking point come?
On his birthday she sat by his grave,
Begging for him to forgive her
For the heart breaking things she had done.
His words had come back to haunt
Every single waking breath that she took.
He had said, “I have always loved you.
I thought that my love was enough.”
Too late she knew that she loved him,
Sitting there she started to cry.
The love of her life she had murdered
By telling him she was saying goodbye.
Now he sleeps in the ground forever
Beneath the double heart-shaped stone.
The breaking point had come.
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