Poetry

Your first love lost must hurt the most
All your emotions party and your mind is the host
Making it impossible to think strait you never really know
Every little thing is gonna make you want to blow 
Your mouth is gonna open and words are gonna flow 
And then your sad
Depression
Deep inside yourself you go
You can hide there all you want but things aren't getting better
Life is cold and rainy and you forgot your sweater
You should of broke my arms & legs,torn my limbs apart
Cause i bet that would of hurt less than that time you broke my heart