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The Road of Heartbreak

White, Dave. Smiley. May 10, 2024, Dave White Illustrations.
What comes to mind when you hear heartbreak?
The constant ache, the smiles you fake,
The endless pain you’re forced to face,
When will we close this futile case?
The thought of them still lingers near,
A shadow etched in every tear.
You try to erase, but the mark won’t fade,
A memory carved like a dull, sharp blade.
The days crawl by, and you can’t help but cry,
The weight is so heavy, you’d rather die.
But life holds on, though you wonder why,
When hope feels like a lie.
Good people pass, though you’re too blind to see,
Lost in the ache of what couldn’t be.
You play sad songs and sing along,
Blaming yourself for what went wrong.
Right from wrong feels hard to tell,
Trapped in this personal, endless hell.
The pain feels lifelong, a relentless refrain,
Life spirals downward in an endless chain.
At this point, you feel out of luck,
No longer love-struck, just completely stuck.
The pain ascends, it refuses to end,
And worst of all, you’ve just lost your best friend.
Heartbreak is different for you than me,
But it feels the same—like a storm-torn sea.
No matter the shape, faces, names,
Heartbreak burns like unyielding flames.
The road stretches out with no end in sight,
Each step is a battle, each breath a fight.
Yet someday, somehow, you’ll find the way,
Where the darkened road turns into day.
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