My heart feels rotten.
I don't care for humanity.
I don't care what happens to me.
I hate myself with this rotten heart.
I have waited and waited.
How much longer do I wait until this rotten heart goes to a point where it can not be healed.
I used to believe in love.
While I still love some people.
I feel no love for anyone.
I care for those close to me.
But I care to only a certain limit.
Love keeps hurting me.
I shall no longer love people like I used to.
The love I have before my heart became rotten.
I won't give that love to anyone again.
It's all due to this rotten heart
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PoetryHere I write poems but I may make a new book as a continuation to this one but I don't know