My Heart Doesn't Beat With Blood

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Just take my heart,

Stop the pain,

I'm just begging you,

Before I'm completely insane,

This heart is already broken,

Battered and a waste,

I have no room to carry it anymore,

It keeps me awake, as I twitch and pace,

I have ready tears that won't fall,

I can't make them leave my eyes,

I'm convulsing in the pain and agony,

Just so tired of these tries,

Fakness,

And lies,

I heave and stare at nothing,

Wishing for something,

Anything,

To get rid of this thing,

The thing making me who I am,

The thing I don't want to be,

The thing that's making me less me,

I'm curled up and lost,

I look at my surroundings,

The sky,

And wonder why,

We are the way we are,

Are these signs,

When I get in my car,

And go for a drive,

I look at the trees,

At society,

The others that roam this earth like buzzing bees,

Are we just lost souls,

Searching for something we cannot find,

We always seem restless,

Even the most kind,

After we have it all,

It's still never enough,

Life doesn't get more simple,

Nor does it become any more rough,

But are we living at all,

When we never seem to be satisfied,

With what we have,

What we got,

Turn out to be nothing after awhile,

My heart starts to ache horribly,

And in my throat I feel the bile,

I scream out loud,

Trying to release this,

Whatever it may be,

But it doesn't make a difference,

My heart still doesn't beat with blood,

I still have these questions,

I can't fight it if I could,

If I tried,

I'm crazy,

And insane,

But that's okay,

Because I'll live this same routine,

Over and over,

And to imagine it now,

Is almost horror,

But what can I do,

I have everything and nothing,

I'm here but I'm not,

I've lost it all already,

That last shot,

To do something about this,

It's gone,

It's something I've already missed,

So I wait,

And wait,

For what,

For this world to give me back what was mine?

Even if that means I have to pine,

And pine,

Because a heart with blood is better,

Than a heart that doesn't beat with blood.......

HELLO DEAR READERS!

This is, indeed, the last poem in My Heart Doesn't Beat With Blood. Say goodbye! I hope you've enjoyed this one. Vote or comment!

And I'm debating on whether I'll make another whole story with a new set of poems. But I need your opinion. Help a fella out! 

Hope you've enjoyed all of the poems in this baby!

Darkangel out!:-P

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