I actually wrote this poem as a comment on one of my friend's poem book ^^
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He broke me
He killed me,
But he's happy,
And I'm in hell.

I dream of hell,
Everyday and every night,
I dream of death,
And it's a beautiful sight.

For me living is hell,
And death is my cure,
For I think I'd be happy,
In hell,
Than in heaven.

Then it suddenly comes,
The truth,
The question,
As to why should I die,
When he was the one who broke me?

But then again,
Who'll help me when I'm sad,
Who'll lend me a shoulder,
When I cry, and
Mostly who'll help me,
When I'm dying?

I hope it's good..
And the only thing I can say is that don't let anyone who don't value you, to hurt you and break you, cause they aren't even worthy of your tears..
" You need to be your own hero, as the people who you cant live without, can live without you "