Poetry

I feel chills,
Straight to the bone.
I feel dead,
And still as stone.

At home you can hear me,
Always crying.
And to the world,
I'm always lying.

I have lost trust,
in every human being.
because you didn't like,
what you were seeing.

You knew my hurts,
And you knew my pains.
You knew my losses,
And my very few gains.

You knew the state,
That I was in.
And acted as if,
My living was a sin.

Now when it comes to my feelings,
I've no one to confide.
And my happiness comes,
And goes like the tide.

You put me down,
Frequently.
You broke me down,
Completely.

Now listen,
To the sound.
Of a life,
That's breaking down.

Ever so slowly,
Falling apart.
What's not easily mended,
Is a broken heart.