Death From My Heart

A poem I wrote after a break up hit me a bit hard, depression often makes good poetry.

Death From My Heart

Falling through the cracks of an endless void
Staring death in his eerie red eyes
A fate that everyone should avoid
Except for those who wish to die
Everything swirls around me in a daze
Washing out all my joy
No one wants to be there like always
They play with me like I'm a child's toy
Nothing is enough
No one says I did well
I'll never have what they call the right stuff
Now I wish that it wasn't me they had to tell
No time for worries of my own
They demand my every hour
I handle their problems on the phone
Listening to Stone Sour
I can't believe I was such a fool
Such a stupid human being
I was nothing but their tool
A note each of them would sing
Now I am an empty shell
A body without a soul
I live in this world and go through hell
And always get the empty bowl
I never get what I want or need
I always play the extra part
If no other word I speak, make this the one you heed
You are the Death From My Heart