The landfill

Part one: the landfill

He gave her his heart nd she jus threw it away he tried to dig it out the very next day but only to find the trash can was empty she had changed the garbage bag like she changed her mind about him. The garbage truck had already came nd took what was left from his heart he thought to himself now he'll never get it back he drove down to the dump to see if he could find some answers when he got there he looked through all the trash but could not find his heart. he got caught snooping around by the janitor "what are u doing" said the janitor he replied "looking for my heart" nd he took him to the landfill he had never seen one before he looked around all he saw was broken bottles miscellaneous plastic products trash bags compacted trash maggots crawling every where flies swarming around it "what is this?" he asked to the janitor he replie" these are all the broken hearts the crushed dreams the ungranted wishes the lost childhood the things we all throw away at some point but most of all it is just a wasteland a landfill "

Part two: the hoarder

The janitor looked at him and bowed his head and smiled. Walked away and went back to work. But he continued to look around he saw an old action figure but he saw himself, once longed for, when finally received treasured for a while then grew old, thrown out and replaced by the new. Not too far away lies a broken alarm clock the second hand absent of ticking, stuck In the moment refusing to fade into the future he picks the clock up and carries it with him walking slowly back to his car. A storm begins outside. He sullenly drives back to his house. Gets out of his car not knowing whether the contents on his face where made from rain or tears or a combination of both. He unlocks the door to to go into his dim lit apartment, clutterd piles everywhere consisting of old messages, and mixed feelings. He lay the alarm clock on the table. His elbow bumped against the vase he watched it break and Hes been trying to repair it Every single stupid day But won't the cracks still show no matter how well It's assembled can I ever just decide to let it die and let you go? So this antique vase shattered on the floor. Once valued, treasured for its age but not anymore.he wants to speak but all he can do is stutter. The man lie in his filth in his clutter. As the night comes to an end.

Part three: dust

Wreckage, hatred crumble this mans mind to dust. A thick black film clutters his head. With already lost his heart he began to lose his mind, dreaded screams pour from his mouth and unwind, severed everything that this relationship used to bind, exept for the longing. His only feelings he's known began prolonging. Striving for his hateful love.
He look around him in this gloomy setting. His own filth of thrash things he never used or needed that he never wanted to let go.
From his old papers to his collectables hidden by the cast of a shadow
From his dusty trophies to his nik naks which lay near the window
There was just trash laying around in his house, also laying in his mind in he knew it.
Messed up what he thought was true love because he blew it.

Part four: The cleaner

Still his mind stays soiled.
He sat in his lightless apartment.
Every good though was blocked, burried under the bad in piles so thick.
He needs to get it clean but hes never really been able to do it on his own. he calls a cleaner to help him
She arives a month later
She is beautiful and great but shes also sad. she tells him
"let's throw out everything that is trash and say your goodbyes keep wat needed and reorganize"
She gave him feelings he's never had
He actually felt happy instead of sad it was great oh so great the best two and a half months
He actually believed In love again that it was really real

"And then a dark spot in his ribgage was suddenly filled he finally knew what love was"

Part five : wreckage

It was great till she started becoming sadder
In his mind it was only driving him madder
It made him insane
All he wanted to do was help but he thought he was making thing worse he couldnt stop freaking out he shouldn't have worried as much as he did. he shouldn't have thought the thoughts he did...
"you said u would never leave me,so please don't leave me now"
"You said we'd be forever, but I didnt know forever was two months"
Forever; a word that projects such a short time, It's not as long as I expected it to be
I wont stop trying to cheer you up till I know ur okay
I want u to be happy, nd I'll try my best to keep it that way
Youre the greatest thing to happen to me I just wanted to say,
I love you so much and it grows everyday
Caity dont hate yourself u are an amazing person
I'll do any think to stop my heart break worsen.
Waking up, another day without her another day that he has to lie to himself. He trys to figure out how he coldve stopped her from walking away, but it's worthless he can't Change what happened. Yet he tells himself theyre still together. He can't accept the truth.
He can't stop crying and shaking
My heart hurts for all the pain it's making
All this pain all this shit He can only stop this pain with more pain...
Confused sadness made him blind,lost his vision
The man made his last reckless decision
"U are the one thing that will make me happy"
He thought to himself as the glass made the insision
Tears and blood create their messy collision.
This piece of broken glass to end his broken heart,his broken past, his broken dreams and broken smile.his broken wishes his broken life
He was trash now ,thrown away And deserved to end up in the wastland of the landfill.