Heart Burns

Hurting heart
Its sad really
Because the only reason I haven't killed myself yet  
Is because I don't want to hurt anyone  
But the reason I want to kill myself is because everyone is  
hurting me
my heart is burning with the pain, of knives stuck in.
They say that over time, it dissipates -
it will drain from you, this never ending pain
it will evaporate like smoke.
It will descend upon you, destroy you;
but will soon release you, and fade.  
But with time it instead grows stronger,
demanding to be felt. this pain so demanding
It knocks on the doors of my soul,
its urgency to be let inside unrelenting and ruthless.
Like an unpredictable storm, the pains of yesteryear
land and ravage my very being
leaving just fragments of a heart already rebuilt.
What is gone is the will; the life force
the resiliency dulled, the courage spent.  
It's a deep-rooted weed, an unrivaled opponent;
It's a malevolent fire that refuses to be smothered.
The Hurt:
a wound that permeates, and remains.
Till eventually it will give out,
love given out but never returned
makes the hurt burn for more