Broken Hearted

I've learned before that I have to accept what I cannot change
even when it all seems just too strange,
but nothing is as strange and hurtful as a broken heart.
Right from the start
it hurts to much to bare.
When you walk around town people just stare
because they know you're hurt.
They can see it by the way you wear your shirt.
However, they just watch as you walk by.
Then when you look at them they turn to the sky,
acting as if they hadn't been doing a thing.
So, now you sit by the phone waiting for it to ring.
It feels as though it never will,
so you grab one pill.
And then you think your done,
but a little later you take another one.
And before you know it
you realize "Shit!"
"I just finished the bottle!"
And now when you walk you waddle.
You stumble to the phone,
you listen for the tone,
you dial the number,
then fall into a slumber.
You then are left into the hands of Fate,
whether it loves, or loves to hate.
You see the light,
but you're scared and fight.
You don't think you can be dead,
you were just laying in your bed.
Asleep.
Very deep.
But, you'll never wake
because you made that mistake.
And now you lie on the floor,
only a few feet from the door,
out cold,
never got the chance to grow old
because you let your emotions get the best of you.
Something for which you cannot sue
or curse, or punch, or fight.
Because what happens in the night
could be the last thing you will ever do
if you take the wrong road. It's up to you.
It is up to you to choose.
I beg you not to lose.