laying in the middle
of my bathroom floor,
bleeding my heart out,
which is dying
inside my chest.
I scream loudly
within my skull.
but on the outside,
laughing,
because I have no tears
left to cry.
I wish for tears,
but they do not come.
only instead
my heart shatters more
and more.
and blood from my dying heart
gushes onto the floor.
soon I will be dead,
I am sure.
then there'd be
one less heart to mend...