Alone in the darkness; inside a broken heart,
Sitting on the throne of pain; a remaining particle of a broken soul,
My wound is love; it has once been my anchorage and my port of will in this abstruse world,
My pen is bleeding dark ink; feebly searching for emotional resilience,
maps of tears stain searching for pathway to the island of bliss,
What else but Love; the reason for my pain; the reason for the scar of misery I bear,
The anguish and despair masking these emotional challenges I raced,
the torment of the soul i enrage and shadows of the abyss that follow me to every place,
if you could understand the language of my heart,
the silent screams; the violent dreams echoing beneath the pit of my fragile mind,
Concealing the lingering shiver of hurts with fake smiles,
Trying to forget the lies and how deep fake love hurts,
Exhausting my emotional strength fighting this sting of pain,
The pain that cannot be expressed in words but crying,
Sitting in the darkness; tears flowing from my eyes like streams,
Cursing the heartless; for ruining my life and killing my dreams,
Questioning myself if it was possible for my heart to be fixed and repaired?
The shadow on the wall with fear instilled and despairs,
Sitting in the darkness with no hope remaining,
With nothing but a broken heart in the wish that life would replace it.