Hollow.
Empty.
Dark.
Isn't how one
Would usually describe a heart.
But what if that heart
Could only take so much?
Before it's turned to
Black.
Desolate.
Meaningless?
Hearts aren't toys.
They aren't meant to be played with.
But if it's so easy to do,
Why not kick it?
So far.
Down.
Deep.
Into hell.
Where the demons
Are free
To do what they please.
With the
Broken.
Worthless.
Meaningless
Heart.
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Poems... If you can even call it that.
PoetryI don't really know what this is actually, it's just a collection of things I write when I feel like writing. ***Warning: Contains triggering material. The sensitive and strongly emotional are not advised to continue.
