Cracks form in my tender heart
A Hardening and toughening dart
Tears dry and stop their flow
Not of happiness but of sorrow
The pains dulls over time
More present however, in its prime
Still living at almost functionality
Slowly losing touch with reality
The sobbing halts in a bind
Not of peace, of a broken mind
My heart is broken and almost unfeeling
It’s evolved and become great at concealing
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 3:03 PM UTC
Cracks form in my tender heart
A Hardening and toughening dart
Tears dry and stop their flow
Not of happiness but of sorrow
The pains dulls over time
More present however, in its prime
Still living at almost functionality
Slowly losing touch with reality
The sobbing halts in a bind
Not of peace, of a broken mind
My heart is broken and almost unfeeling
It’s evolved and become great at concealing
I learned to survive by distancing myself
