BROKEN HEART

I have made my self a slave, waving a goodbye to the touch of joy, kissing the smell of fear that traps and ground my heart,never have I swallow the partition of my emotions, living my heart with scars, digging this lonely grave for my corpse,bragging this giant bravery, shining my days to the eyes of this world, with my heart in the light of darkness, while searching for my safe heaven that I feel is filled with dust and smoke, for this I rest my attempts