Darkness clings to what's left of my fragile heart,

You act as if love is an abandoned art.

Will it ever be possible for me to find true love?,

Even within the scars and jagged pieces of a broken heart?

I try so hard to forget the words that you once said,

spoken words seem to cut deep,

but unspoken words are the ones that cut the deepest.

Why must I always end up crying,

Cant you see me here..im dieing.

Every moment of silence,

Every breathe with blindness.

I long to be aware,

Of what I can see.

Yet unaware of these imperfections which you allow to consume me.

I cry out but your def to me,

I don't know how else to make you see.

How much longer must I cry,

How many days will I die.

What more can you do,

You have taken everything …everything I thought to be true