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When the heart has taken all it can, it has a tendency of giving up

Once the heart has given up on all things

All things no longer have the same meaning

The purpose the heart once had it cannot maintain anymore

To love, to keep life going

That’s just a bitter sweet memory in the past

A description of something that can no longer last

Like food the heart can too expire.

Within me

I have been fighting with my own demons

I’m Unable to lose, yet not capable of winning.

The place where my heart was once located is filled with cold air

The person I used to know is no longer there

Who am I?

Lost in a world that I want to reject so bad

Living the same lifestyle that has kept me sad

Has bought me to the conclusion that happiness doesn’t exist

Continuing to dream for it will only cause pain and bliss

When the heart has been shattered it spreads all over

Therefore it’s impossible to put the pieces back together

Without missing some parts

This is why it can never work to its full extent

Behind this laughter is a silent cry trying to be heard

Behind each cry is a tear

Behind each tear is a symbol

That symbol represents how many pieces your heart is being ripped

When you no longer know how to use your heart

You no longer know how to live

Waking up in the morning is a nightmare

Closing your eyes at night is a blessing

Because there’s a chance the pain will end

The past is there to haunt you

And the future is a curse.

How important a heart is

But what is the purpose of it when it so delicate

So weak that anyone can take it from you

And give it back damaged for you to try and use.

Why is this organ the 1 that keeps you alive?

When in actuality it is not  even the strongest.

I am truly tired

I am ready to give up

Because

Within me there’s nothing left.