{"sf1_id":503015,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Crying My Eyes Out","author":"Brex","words":300,"posted_at":"2013-02-18T17:06:00.000Z","tags":["Poetry","Stories","heartbreak","sadness","suiting"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/503015-crying-my-eyes-out","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/503015","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=503015\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"A poem I wrote when my heart was broke.","content":"It's been a bad day. The love of my life has gone far away.\nGone forever, gone for good, and I'm stuck here thinking of what could\nhave been, the two of us together, braving any weather\neven as a lightning bolt strikes me down, turns around and throws me to the ground.\nI'm covered in mud, blood, tears and sweat, don't know what to do, don't know how to get\nup from this, what to do, how to do it. I screwed up again, I did it. I blew it,\nmessed up again, shot myself in the foot, now I'm choking back the sad with a throat full of soot.\nMy bones are aching, legs are shaking, sanity breaking, claws are raking\nthe small of my back. I can't go back, can't forget the things I've done.\nWe'll never be together, never lie beneath the sun\nor sleep under the moon. I spelled my doom, you swept the ashes\nup with a broom, then I went and smashed it. Now I'm full of pain,\nit's starting to rain, no pain, no gain, but I've got nothing\nleft but my life, my love, my wits, my words. A cleft's\nbeen left in my life, a hole dug up. I dug my grave,\nnow there's nothing to save me from my sins.\nFear crawling up my shins. The air is thin. I can't win.\nI'm crying my eyes out, screaming at the top of my lungs,\nat the top of the rungs, singing songs that were already sung\nbefore the war that killed my want for more\nlove, more power, more of this, more of that.\nNow I'm sitting where we could have sat,\nbut that's no more, I lost the war, my heart is sore, I'm done, no more.\n "}