Cracks in my glass heart... (go back »)

so
damn
cold & alone.
no longer able
to feel: emotion.
cutting my fingers
trying to pick up the
glass remains of my heart.
bleeding non stop. i've never
felt this cold. felt this sad. felt
this heartless. i've never not cared
this much. always had a heart for my
twindle. always had a smile on my crooked
face. always had a secret to keep from the world.
now:i feel nothing for my twindle. my faces is
expressionless. my secrets are all noticed.
i feel irrelevant. i feel unnoticed. i feel
no one cares for what i have to put
on the table. but its okay. i've
never wanted a heart. never
needed a friend. never
could hide my frown.
so its okay. im
alone. so
alone but
i like it
that
way.

In Poems from the heart