Analysis of the art of heart brake

death is something to fear or a clearing of the past.
Tho we know its cold embrace, as cold as winters grasp.
To all the memories that hurt  on the insides.
To all the memories that brings a tear to your eye.
Something to say yet the lack of words.
Something to yell yet nothing was herd.
I fear for my life, because this pain has no end.
I want it to stop, but it shall not bend.
Breath, eat, sleep and cry.
These are the things that make up my life.
What do I want what is to gain.
I dont think there is happieness, dispite what they say.
I breath in the words, things will get better.
But what happens if  we cant love another.
We are humans yet the animal apart.
We have music, poems and plenty forms of art.
Tho animals we are, we cant disagree.
Like everything else, we all have something we need.