The Hole In My Heart

Here I sit...
    ...alone in the dark.

Cold...
    ...heart broken...
          ...tired...
              ...without a will to live.

With my cold hands I am writing this text...
    ...cold hands soon to fall to the floor as a result of the draining of my soul.

Lonely...
    ...no one cares...
          ...no one is here...
              ...the world is dark...
                    ...floating in the endless despair of my heart...

My heart reeks of pain from the past...
    ...as the hole in my soul keeps growing...
          ...tearing my muscles even further apart.