Lonely, is the little heart—
It feels like it’s being squeezed
Into its own dark, little corner,
To be left in the shadows of a chest;
Broken and bruised and battered,
Is the little heart.
A little scared, confused and shattered,
Horrified by the world
And how someone could hurt it,
At how they did it very, very badly
Without even touching it.
Lonely, is my little heart.

~💔~

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