My Heart

Poetic description of how I felt at one of the lowest points in my life - Part I

Dirty. Mangled. Bloody. My heart is in a mess on the floor. How could I let this happen to her? Why was she not within my protection? Abandoned. Lonely. Forgotten. She had been left there to die, but not only to die – to suffer. Aching. Torn. Broken. What shall I do with her? Shall I save her again? Should I put her back together and shove her back into my chest? Or should I give up? Waning. Fading. Dying.