Hurt, Exhaustion, Anger, Regret, Troubled
The heart is but a fragile thing,
To take all the hurt from a broken world,
Its exhausted from trying to keep up for so long,
Its angry for all the right reasons,
The regret it feels for what might have been,
Troubled, it knows of no solution.

The heart is but a fragile thing,
It tries to be strong,
Alone in the world,
This twisted world,
Filled with riches but none eases it,
The heart tries, it surely does.

Happy, Elated, Awed, Relaxed, Thankful
The heart felt it before,
The happiness of being around it called friends,
The elation of doing what it loves,
The awe it felt when discovering new things,
The relaxation of knowing that life will be okay,
Thankful it was, thankful for the things it had.

It feels none of that anymore,
Its numb from what the world had done to it,
Beaten, crumpled and crushed,
It doesn't even recognize itself anymore,
Nor of the world around it.