the break up

I throw angry words at you like daggers 
each one piercing the skin deeper than the next
you throw them back
emotions swirling around like a chaotic tornado
suddenly we're to far gone to even look back 
the aftermath of the situation is tragic
no survivors ,no winners 
just broken hearts and open wounds

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They begin screaming 
And my tears start streaming
Then comes depression, confusion, and fear
It’s like I'm in a car I just can’t steer 
My whole system crashes
Months after I’m still having back flashes
Now it’s hard for me to deal with change
The repercussions of the conflict leaving me out to hang