Deteriorate

As I hear the phone ringing, My heart grows smaller With every beat. The pain gets hard to swallow. I'm so loved, but so alone. Is it so hard to understand I want you here? My body, mind, and spirit deteriorate With the falling of all my tears. The twinkle in my eye grows weaker. The cuts on my hand get deeper. I'm always the darkest one. I'm always the peace seeker. I can't take this, you can easily be hers, But as for me, I'm not all that great. But what you don't know is, as of today, My heart will begin to deteriorate.