SARAH A. STRUSZCZYK - Love

Love is such a crock of bullshyt
It wears and tears at your heart
No one truly loves you
No one will ever start
To love is to hurt
To hurt is to cry
Cry those tears; no one cares
End your life; they won’t be there
Sadness overwhelming
Loneliness transcending
Damaged; broken; fatal
Holding on to nothing
No one left to cradle

SARAH A. STRUSZCZYK

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