Coma Poem by Karissa Earley

He had the hands,
That held my heart.
He had the decision,
So he ripped it apart.

Little pieces,
Too small to hold.
One small lie,
I was left to mold.

Drink away the sorrow,
Fight away the pain.
But everyday,
I go a little more insane.

Inside my head,
I forget the world outside.
But no matter what,
This pain I can't hide.

Inside this coma,
I'm dead.
He never loved me,
No matter what he said.