Break Up

I took the pain from my last breakup and modinised it.

as i walked through the wooden frame,
i knew our love was no more,
controlled by blind rage,
and living depression.

drags my heels,
with the wait of the world on my shoulders,
a small slummy house,
with nothing to offer,

dreams broken,
dreams given up on,
all for a chance of over - rated happiness,
but none avail.

tears dried,
i face the sun to stare,
but my eyes burn,
like my heart.