Can I have a heart?

When rivers are flooded
And true sadness has been born
It doesn't take much more time
Before soul and mind will be torn

When the pain strikes the heart
Unable to react on it's very own
It doesn't take much more time
Before your body doesn't feel like home anymore

When unable to recognize the many faces
Amongst the masks that also have been worn
It doesn't take much more time
Before the person you were is gone
And the person you are isn't the one you once sworn

When friends start to leave your side
Like the very flies that at first got attracted by you and your stench
It doesn't take much more time
Before their reasoning doesn't make much more sense

When the shadows lurking on the wall
Finally discover the truth
It doesn't take much more time
Before there's no more place to hide, nowhere else to look

For what comes next
Is the process of reclaiming
Which starts whenever you are to weak to hold on
Is the process of reclaiming
The gifts once given which turned in a great amount of burdens upon others, but especially you
Is the process of reclaiming
The valuable life which you took to try filling up the gap and the emptiness inside your heart

Underestimating the power of emotions that can make humans weep, gods fall and even
force life itself to transform and in the worst scenarios break you apart