My candy heart bleeds with severity,
hemorrhaging despair and melancholy.
A new heartache for you to ignore,
what once was good will be no more.
My candy heart is achromatic,
devoid of color, systematic.
Black and grey is what I feel,
void of complexion nothing seems real.
My candy heart is numb and calloused,
paralyzed and unbalanced.
All that's left is anguish and pain,
the only emotions that remain.
My candy heart cannot be repaired
will not be saved can never be spared.
Demolished, some pieces lay absent,
shattered into a million fragments.
Be careful with candy hearts. They are just as fragile as they are sweet.