Dear heartache
What do you insinuate
To assassinate my pride?
What do you ingratiate
To condemn my livelihood?

You are very cunning
You crawled into my heart
Concealed yourself in my emotions
Surfaced my body in pain
Ettling to leave me in strife
My whole body in toil!

This state of pain
Conceived when he said goodbye
Cross-cutting my soul
Like thick pieces of broken glasses
Will only await my death
Unless a seviour comes my way
I will always stay broken!