Dead From A Broken Heart

Today my heart was broken.
The saddest part of having your heart broken is knowing soon there will be nothing left to break, and then your soul starts to tear, like nothing was ever there.
Like you have no reason to breathe.
So why take this when you hands are shaking and your eyes are crying the bloodiest of all tears.
While your grave is calling your name.
Telling you to grab the knife by your bed side and to cut every piece of pain that has come your way.
Let this knife end everything.
This knife will break your ever lasting misery.
Although your regrets linger through all parts of eternity.
Until your fears swallow you like the nothing you are, and you slowly fade into the blackest part of emptiness.
And after this you feel so alive and this is how you know you've died.