My morbidity poem….

Whenever i hear sonnets
It made me cry,
All i want now is to die,
Be dead by a broken heart.

A heart that has always loved,
But never loved back.
A miserable creature,
Deserving to live in another life.

May my usable parts be used,
By someone who need it most.

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