Dark Times... Make It Light

Expressions of feelings are never left unknown. When they are. The hearts turns black from it's own blood. Shed from the pain and suffering. Dried, and stained upon the floor. No more heart to carry around, body cavity empty. Nothing in it but the shell. Hearts gone, ripped out my chest. Pulled, stepped on then shattered. Pieces are swept under the rug, until there's someone to find it and fix. Instead stepped on and left. Unless you are willing to give me yours. Light turns dark. Dark turns light. What goes around comes back around. Sitting in the dark, this IS my heart. Will it change?