My heart is a treasure chest,
Hidden deep beneath my scared skin,
And warm-blooded blood,
That started to turn ice cold,
arteries and into my heart,
I have cried with my own eyes,
But the only difference between my heart and treasure chest is,
A treasure chest is filled with gold and pleasant surprises,
but my heart is filled with anger and shattered pieces of happiness,
Just left for dead,
left and forgotten.