Love+u=death

I'm stuck in darkness,
like I have been before.
I feel like Edgar Allen Poe,
to his dear Eleanor.

So thanks for the cigarettes,
you're the cancer.
You're the tar in my lungs,
that's just killing me faster.

Thanks for the white hot tears,
I can feel it in this broken heart,
I can feel the end drawing near,
I'm ripped apart.

I'm broken,
I've been for a while.
I'm out spoken,
I'm in denial.

I'm unwritten,
though I've finally opened my eyes,
I'm unfinished,
and I'm undefined.

I'm tired,
though I've already slept,
my eyes are leaking,
though I've already wept.

A million times,
these eyes have cried.
Each time promising,
that it was the last time.

But it wasn't and,
I didn't know it then,
and I don't know it now,
and I fear I never shall.

But one day I know,
I shall not waste my tears.
Someone will show,
that I've been wrong all these years.

It doesn't hurt,
nearly as bad as it leads,
it's worse than,
you'd ever believe in your dreams.

My heart's been broken,
tossed around a couple times,
I'm cold,
and I feel that I cannot write these lines.

Its extended all of its possible needs,
the insides are out,
and its ripped at the seams.

So thank you all,
for the alcohol,
that's poisoning me,
as it gets harder to breath.

I'd like to hear the words you speak,
but I when you speak them,
I get weak.

So I shall cry,
and I shall smile,
and I'll cry some more,
till my heart has nothing to pore.

Then I'll laugh,
at the tears and the smiles.
the heartbreaks,
the out breaks,
and all of the trials