Heartache,
Takes blood,
Reveals pains,
That you never,
Even thought you had.

Mind boggling activities,
Enters your thoughts,
The pain of it,
Encounters your body,
And your mind controls your actions.

In this state you cannot think,
But you can.
Almost everything hurts,
Piercing to the skin,
Intrigues the darkest part of your heart.

Your just there,
In a dark room,
Contemplating alone,
To leave your heart,
To enjoy the emptiness,
That your mind plays with it.

In the end there are no thoughts of tomorrow,
No joy in anything,
You stand alone,
Only to feel your heart deteriorating,
From the fowl resentment thoughts,
Of your mind.

© Robyn G Neymour

September 2011