My old work part 5

With tears rolling from my eyes, 

the way I feel is no surprise.

The pain i feel is worse then death, 

sharp needles scrape with every breath.

Killing feeling in my heart, 

the way he makes me fall apart.

The way that he's made me feel, 

makes me wounder if love is real.

With all of me I am but sane, 

I can only feel this shattering pain.