Despair

I can't feel my heart but I know that it's there.
Sitting on the cold, cutting edge of despair.
I struggle with words, my arms grasping at air.
Reaching for someone who just isn't there.

I can't feel my heart, it's left me alone, standing in the ruins of a sad broken home.
There's no one to turn to, no where to hide,
from the judgemental voices that I let inside.
A heart is so simple, but I was a fool.
And I let it go like I had nothing to lose.
And now I just sit here.
With a cold empty shell, pounding the beat of my own private hell.

I can't feel my heart but I know that it's there. Sitting on the cold, cutting edge of despair..