Doorway Cracks

Like a wasteland, my existence
Has become barren, and dry
The only show of life 
Is when I cry 
Fighting my emotions 
Fighting 
I will not open
Colors stream
From CRACKS
Cracks in my heart
They are more beautiful than anything
Yet I won't open 
My heart is a doorway 
A one that is
Shut
Cause NO ONE
Holds it 
Close
They tell me 
Open up
I won't HURT you
Everytime
I fight
Cracks like 
Vile Spiders
Crawling over my heart
Opening
Till
It hears the scream of the knife
And it tries to close
But
Is always
To
Slow
And is once again 
Sliced and shredded
The colors dim
And the stone
Covers my heart
The doorway slams shut
Leaving me cold, hard and
LONELY