Burnt Out

The frost kicks in, and kills the heat.
Every ability starts to feel dysfunctional.
Even the ability to breathe.

Everything real starts to feel like a lie, and I wonder if it's me included.

Every feeling starts to feel like nothing.

And nothing is alive anymore.
I say sometimes that I wish I could stop existing.
Stop sleeping.
Stop.

Battling the same situation, the same questions in unending circles
takes the power out of you.

And like a light, I have burnt out.

Without A Heart

I thought I lost, and then I remembered, you did.

I held myself up, I held myself back. I could have given myself away, I could have let myself be as worthless as you made me feel. I stayed strong, you couldn't break through. And you believed that you could. How can you expect to take everything away from a person when you have absolutely nothing to give.

You don't have the ability to steal anybody's heart, because in the end it will be yours that breaks.

Take a look at the world and see how full it is, and just how empty you are. You will never measure up to any amount of love because you were born without a heart.