There's this thing
where my heart should be.
It's cold as ice,
hard as stone,
and broken into millions of pieces,
as small as sand.

It's supposed to be
loving, compassionate,
and kind.
But instead it's
hateful, deceitful,
and selfish.

It should be vibrant,
filled with color,
from red to green,
from blue to orange.
Instead it's as black
as the darkest of nights.