Poetry by Luxy Suicidesx

This Glass Heart

        Sometimes I wish I couldn't feel at all,

        Instead of crying myself to sleep every night.

        It'd be alot easier if I couldn't feel anything.

        But this glass heart has been broken too many times.        

        

        So all I can do is feel.

        There is no fixing me.

        It's like I've fallen down a flight of stairs.

        It hurts to move.

        

        Why would I want to, if no one cares?

        I'll just lay there on a concrete floor of pain.

        Bruised by the lies and deceit.

        Watching the world pass by.

        

        Watching everyone smile as they kiss their lovers.

        Thinking about the love I once had.

        He's probably found another.

        She glued his glass heart back together.

        

        Mine's still shattered.

        I've got no motivation these days.

        I just want to go back to sleep.

        I want to waste away.

        I'm tired of being weak.

        Stepping on the shattered remains,

        Of this glass heart.

        With every step, there's a bloodstain.

        And the mess I've made gets harder to clean up.

        The damage is done,

        And I can't fix my glass heart.