You wave my pain away thinking it’s just a case of a broken heart,
But how would you know, the grief is ripping my very being apart?
I bellow into the skies, into the randomness that connived this conspiracy,
Seeking, pleading, to shatter this mirage meddling with my efficacy,
Yet, it punctures the air out of my soul, relinquishing my reasons to survive,
This agony, it doesn’t let me die, it doesn’t let me thrive,
I shriek, scream, shout, I wrench my guts out,
Oh, the irony, a part of me still desperately yearns to believe all of this is a favourable clout,
For, what I’d then refused to see as a possibility,
Is now, my undisputable heartbreaking reality.