Dying Heart

May 20, 2009
By Anonymous

The ground is wet,
the sky is dark.
My skin is rough,
like brown, dry bark.

My heart has stopped,
my mouth's gone dry.
My eyes are red,
with no tears left to cry.

How did I get here?
What I've become is unknown.
Where am I?
I just want to go back home.

I'm sad and lonely,
no friends are by my side.
I've stabbed people in their back,
now I have no pride.

I've made bad choices,
and I've turned sweet things tart.
If I don't stop myself now,
this will be my heart.

The author's comments:
I've gone through a chapter in my life, where everything seemed to be falling apart. I hurt the people who loved me and cared. Fortunately, I was able to mend all the hearts I had broken, and everything is better than ever now. My heart was on the verge of dying, it seemed like. Without really looking at myself, I wouldn't have saved myself. I learned that I can't hurt the people I know now. they will be the ones I'll need in the future.

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