Life, it's too much.
Broken promises, they're empty now.
There's a place where pain is welcome,
where tears fall freely,
The burning sensation in your chest, no explanation.
No medical reasoning.
Left alone, it's cold, it's unfeeling.
Once the pain is gone what do you have?
It's quiet in the once restless room,
all except for the subtle sound of water dripping on the floor.
Your fingers and the spaces between them have been torn.
Torn away from the one who once filled the cracks.
Is there still beating?
From that oh so tattered heart.
Where do you begin, once you have reached the end?