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Black Hearts

Black hearts 
Hearts decaying in plain sight, I know that you would never notice that I stopped breathing. Internally screaming just waiting to find a way out of this pain, while I sit in the Conner waiting on happiness to present itself to me.
I don’t know who I am; I truly wish that I did as blood tears fall.
Where does this battle end? It just hurts so damn much, just to keep fighting, knowing I am just going to loose myself.
 I am sick of crying, tired of trying to make things work, especially when I keep failing to breathe, as my smile keeps putting me into the shadows, while in the end I find myself dying in agony each day as I take step just to find a way to feel alive. 
Does anyone hear my screams? I feel others just ignore me over and over as they just walk away already knowing I can’t save myself in the end. My black decaying heart is beating to the moonlight, as I breathe in as the chill air embraces my caramel skin, as I look down off this bridge wondering what it’s like to fly. 
Yet, I know that I’ve lost my wings, as I’ve waited for so long to find real purpose to be free of the daemons inside me, while feeling sorrow take hold of my whole heart, as I feel helpless, worthless while agony falls into the creases onto my chiseled jigsaw chest. 
My black heart is decaying, beating just waiting for me to feel whole. I wonder how I can fix my broken heart; the pain is too much to bear, as I lean further out reaching out for hope. 
I am ready to fly, as the fogy clouds cover my scared hands, while the chill takes my lifeless embrace to rid my daemons. 
I’m flying in a beautiful line of happiness, I’m finally free with the rest of the angels. 
Let me fall, but my black heart is still intact, as I wake up crying with the same demons holding my hand, letting me know that they will never let me go of the aguish. 
My black heart is beating, as I cry once more, I am not alive, I don’t know who I am. 
I’m still here waiting for happiness, and purpose as my black heart is decaying.

Copyright © Danielle Nicholson | Year Posted 2019


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Date: 3/23/2019 9:36:00 PM

Danielle, this is heart-felt and heart-wrenching. Welcome to Poetry Soup, my friend. I hope you stay and post more poetry.

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