Once,
I cried and screamed
begged and dreamed
for the ripping to be over
for my nightmare to end

But now,
that the pain has subsided
and my wounds have finally healed
I can't wait to again feel the blow
of a tormented, reeling heart

Because sadness is an excuse
to feel something
live and breathe
pumping within your chest

My hardened heart
was bloodied and torn
but at least it was there at all

Now inside my breast
I carry an empty steel box

an empty, dead
wretched thing
that never lived
or laughed
or  ever took a fall