You keep telling me that my heart is still beating,
Yet, I’m sick to the point I wonder what’s worth treating.
My heart is broken and the pieces have gone,
And life is starting to seem like a battle that can’t be won.
I’m empty inside but you’ll never see,
You’ll never know how dark my mind can be.
You’ll never understand the clues I give to tease,
Or even imagine the amount of damage I can do with such ease.
I can tear you from the inside and make you shout.
So, I advise you to lock your door and pray you can make it out.
For, it isn’t very smart to fight an empty heart,
You may get ‘control’ but they never lost it, for they’ve had it from the start.
So, run if you can. Hide if you must,
Because, at the end of the day, who can you trust?