Blackened Heart
Screaming, crying
Yet no one can hear it
Hurting, dieing
Though no one can see it
Heart broken to pieces
And no one can heal it
Wanting to stop
But continuing to run
Running until the air thickens
Legs are tired
Needing help
But no one cares to listen
Will anything ever heal
This broken, blackened heart
This poem is about:
Me
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