Chapter 1 - Untitled

Heart Break (I Wish)

B.M. Haacke



I wish that I knew,

Why they do what they do.

But I don't, and I hate,

How they can't appreciate.

The other's talent, who they are.

To them, it's nothing but a healed scar.

The pain that the others give,

I don't know how it is they live.

With the ache, and the hurt.

How are their senses not alert?

Can't they hear the heart break like glass,

While they sit in their class?

I wish that I could show them a way

Into another's very worst day.

And I wish I could show them how it feels

When your heart dies over and keels,

Into another world of pain.

I wish it was a world without pain.

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