Hello emptiness my old friend , so you decided to wake me up at 2am.
Waking up to the same taste of loneliness.
Seated at the center of a corner.
Measuring the metres of a cent.
He is trying to make sense of his broken heart
Hit by tsunamis of emoitions.
Love was a Kamikaze
Picking up the pieces of his heart but she went with most of them

He shows he is hurt.
He can't contain the pain.
She says it's show off , he is painting her malicious.
It's not about her , he is just damaged

He is a man , so he's not supposed to feel?
He is broken and he's not supposed to show, when will he heal?
A tear is forbidden.
Talking about the pain is blasphemy.
Torn apart , emotions bottled he smiles , that's what the world want to see.
Without a heart he must breath.

How is he supposed to heal , if he is not allowed to get rid of the toxins in his veins?
How will he not get rotten when his heart gets broken , his feet burnt , his back decorated with machetes , tattooed with his own blood.
He's not supposed to wipe it off.
Walking with open wounds , When will a man heal?

He gave all his heart now he carries concrete in his chest maybe one day it will return to flesh.
© CRAD