Everyone tells me to smile
and that I've such a beautiful heart.
But I think that it's a broken
and totally useless part.
How can I be so easily cast away
when so many say I'm wonderful?
They say someone would be lucky to have me
...then why give me pain unimaginable?
I've tried to figure this all out
and try to figure how hearts work.
Because mine seems like a divining rod
and can locate any hidden jerk.
Every night, I write of my pain
to purge it from muse's mind.
Sometimes I feel as though I'm writing devil's contract
and will lose my soul when poem's signed.
I plead to world and to God
to cease this pain - I'm not strong enough to bear
the weight of the world upon me
and cannot love what just is not there.
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