My heart is dead.

The sun will set on my life.

But now Night seeps into the eyes.

They are now dark and empty.

Blood on the counter and the floor.

White cloaked in red.

The veins pulsing.

The carpet stained in tears.

Pain of being Unwanted.

No one understands this

Untill they have been through it,

I wouldn't wish my life on my worst enemy.

My heart has never been touched.

And it never will be.

I've murdered my own heart to make sure.

Only an empty shell remains.

Any love I had is now consumed by darkness and sorrow.

It is chocked by anger.

The heart is not a plaything as many don't understand.

There is no one to help me.

There never has

And there never will.

Tags: Poem

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