My soul and mind agree,
I don't deserve what's free,
Because nobody sees,
Myself as well, fully,
The pain that's put on me;
This is my destiny,
I've realized finally,
What's irreversibly,
All so obviously,
It's what I'll never be…
…loved…
no, this thing is rejected,
churned up in a stomach
and left to be neglected,
this head of mine's infected,

a disease, desiring release
a freedom of the heart
that's pleading for the keys
to shackles on its knees

it's no longer an organ
but a prisoner of defeat,
a broken calloused shell
that's bleeding at my feet

I don't want this anymore,
my love is ripped and torn,
Tossed without concern or care,
I'd rather leave it on the floor

What good has it done me?
What lessons have I learned,
Other than to expect the worst
When a brighter side has turned

To know that mistrust and
Lies are all I can expect
When dealing with the heart
Of someone else is an aspect-