Locked away in the heart.
Feelings that were once held so dear.
Left off as a secret.
A heart that was once crimson red,
full of life and joy.
Now dark and empty.
Under the lock and key.
Words kept close,
eyes shut with confusion at your door.
What once was found,
is now lost away.
The darkness, hiding your words.
A word of never-ending lost items.
YOU ARE READING
I don't understand
PoetryLately, I've been pushed through a bunch of heartaches and pains. I'm lonely, but.. I'm starting to see that I dont think I matter really anymore. Is my existence really worth keeping in peoples lives?
