depression of the heart, by little_irish_rose
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cold and swollen
this heart it beats in tones to low
crying in a world
that even to it is unknown
familiar in the sense
that yes it's been there before
but confussing in the way
of where it should be no more
blood surrounds my every thought
darkness seeps in through the holes
what else is there left to feel
when i feel nothing in my soul.
alone my heart lays bleeding
breaking in this hallow shell
where even happiness is horror
and these feelings my heart cant tell
its been rejected so many times
by those closest to me
and the wounds that tear at every instant
are the ones no one can see
no on can feel my sorrow
no one can hear my pain
no body knows
that inside this body
im dying from loves acid rain
it burns my heart
and melts my love
and breaks me into peices
it tears at my soul
breaks down my life
and rips and shred the creases
so my heart lays down in darkness
forever to die alone
this hated heart
this cursed heart
why must it be my own |
Posted: 2006-03-11 20:12:48 UTC |
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