Hope for the hopeless. Poem collection

Black hearts

I'm surrounded by black hearts,

scars

and memories

No one cares

No one lives

Everyone is afraid

to love,

live,

death,

afraid of honesty

of hurting

of memories

of reality,

generosity,

happiness

and mistakes

So they paint their hearts black

I feel like the only one who cares about others than just myself

I hope it's normal to be afraid to turn into one of them;

Black heavyhearted monsters

Robots

Aliens

Everybody is changing

I don't know anyone anymore

Nobody is what they seem to be

I feel myself starting to fade

All because of these black hearts