MY HEART

MY HEART
My heart is alone and destitute
Used, worn, scarred and tattered
So many years of injury
Should I even matter?
You say you care how I feel
But you are always looking elsewhere
The only way I come to your mind
Is when you need a moment of my time.
A favor, a loan, or whatever else you can take
You will pay it back, you promise
And yet my heart will still break
For you do not see - it is my heart at stake.