poem 8

i was a happy heart,

beating hard at the site of you.

my heart pushed to the darkness,

stabbed from behind.

i am now an empty soul,

i breathe and

pause for a moment to see if i am alive.

i go out among people and

try to be normal

i try to live but,i cease to exist.

People see me,see my flesh

but no one sees through me.

Come closer and see my inside,

Slide the curtains and

watch my screaming heart.

See if somewhere within, you find my soul

Touch these tears and

see if my misery is real.

Tell me i am alive, tell me if you really find my soul.
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