My Heart.

Giving up

My days have become longer, darker even.

The cold makes me shiver as it pierces my skin.

Half my life I lived with a burden I was sadly given.

In a stormy night, I walked with a jacket so thin.

In the pink of heaven, who knew what I had?

Everyone has problems, mine is just mild.

I feel the silver tear drop falling, or have I gone have mad?

My emotions that I piled have now become wild.

The walls that I once built , are crumbling down.

What has happened to the courage I’d once found?

‘Cause now my makeup is ruined, I’m a useless clown.

Close your ears, my cries have become that deafening sound.

I know I really shouldn’t, but giving up’s for the best.

Crying over, the beating burden that hides in my chest.