As love becomes hate, and the words become fake, <br />I love you is a hollow phase used in the wrong way, <br />Pain becomes stronger, heartbreaks seem longer, <br />The world becomes your maze, finding love becomes a crave, <br />In search of piece of mind, exhaustion tends to leave you blind, <br /> <br />On the verge of giving in, you dig deep within your self and begin again, <br />The results are the same, though it's a new day, nothing has changed, <br />Hurt beckons, you're left with a million questions, <br />Answers you won't find, reaching for a gun, attempting suicide, <br />Then you realize, is it really worth it, taking your own life over something this stupid, <br /> <br />You close your eyes and begin to pray, the power of The Lord works in mysterious ways, <br />But still you cry, still you're alone, without love this house can never be a home, <br />The walls closing in, when does the hurt stop, and the healing begin, <br />You bite your lip, the tears fall and you scream to vent, <br /> <br />Lost within your self, a silent plea for help, <br />Tomorrow fades, the cold nights, the cloudy days, <br />One by one the senses shut down, a single heartbeat becomes a slow and steady sound, <br />Death knocks on the door, no thoughts cross your mind, heatbeat stops.......FLATLINE. <br /> <br /> <br />Forever Faithful <br />The Phantom<br /><br />Matthew Brooks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/faltline/
