Someone once said I had a good heart. But my heart is dark like heavy poison. If my heart were a planet, it would be a sad planet with no sunsets to look at. No stars to count. My heart is a black hole I have grown tired of looking at. Tired of being faced with emptiness and sorrow, a past I had no control over, drowing memories into a pit of cold tears. My heart is made of nightmares. Monsters hiding in corners, hoping to get a little light to shine. Pain and shadows clogging my throat until I can no longer breathe. Day in and day out, I suffocate.