Blackened Heart

Screaming, crying

Yet no one can hear it

Hurting, dieing

Though no one can see it

Heart broken to pieces

And no one can heal it

Wanting to stop

But continuing to run

Running until the air thickens

Legs are tired

Needing help

But no one cares to listen

Will anything ever heal

This broken, blackened heart

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