If your hand could reach inside my heart, what would you do with it?

Would you go towards the dark and try to bring light ?

Fix all the broken pieces that once shown so bright.

Is to mend a broken soul what you tend to do?

No.

To grip my heart and pull it out of my chest.

Kiss my lips as my soul lays to rest.

A grin from ear to ear.

Satisfied.

A look so sincere.

But yet you only wish make me disappear.

A sorrow fills my chest.

Now maybe you will let me lay to rest.

A yearn for acceptance escaped as I wonder into the abyss and disappear