I wonder how many times
will I have to have my heart broken
to finally be left without it.
Bless or curse?
I don't know if I can handle
all this pain anymore.
Having your heart
shattered into pieces
and feeling it on the flesh
as much as on the soul.
All I see now
are the lies that disguised themselves as truths
leading me to pick them blindly
and drowning in the endless ocean
of disappointment and regret.
Oh why did I have to believe
in all those lies told by an emotionless heart,
dark inside and out?
Can I ever get out of this maze
that demands for my life?