I want it to stop, this heart of mine,
Unexaggeratedly, no I'm not fine.
I'm so lost, oh and I'm so confused,
My heart rejected, played with, and abused.
So lonely I am, and hurt but alive,
I know not what for that I strive.
I am a waste of the oxygen I breathe,
I know not who I am, I'm in a state of Lethe.
Lonely, oh how so lonely I am tonight,
Everything is dark, today there is no light.
What must I do to put my heart at rest?
To rid of the aching, I constantly feel in my chest.
To rid of the thoughts that cloud my brain,
And to stop the smiles I constantly feign.
"Stop torturing me" to my heart I speak,
But this heart of mine, refuses to be weak.
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