My Empty, Broken Heart

Posted on 18th Aug 2020 by rohit kumar

 My empty, broken heart is left in the pouring rain to soak up   my tears. 

 I lay all night all by myself dying

 with tears running down my wet face,

 'cause the person I loved ripped out my heart waiting for me

 to die.

 Dying, bleeding with no one to love

 because no one acts as if they care for me.

 Each time I try to talk to someone,

 they always act as if I don't exist.

 Hesitating to talk to the person I loved at one point

 kills me more and more each day.