Sitting in this dingy room
Unloved and uncared for
I feel darkness close in on me
Like vultures on poor little ponies
Why does my heart ache so much?
Is it a disease or just my luck?
I pray to you God again
Take away all this pain
Hit me, bruise me, crumble me
Physical, I can bear for free
But this pain of heart
Is bitterly ebbing my life apart
Why me? There are million others
Not that I'm complaining
Jesus bore alone
But still why crucify the heart?
No friends, no foes
What kinda life is this anyway?
Please I beg you, I beg you hard
Help me, let me find a way
Is it your will or is it my will
Shall I resort to razors for my fulfill?
Wait I shall just one more day
After that, physical, shall enter the fray........
David Blaine
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pain-of-heart/
