Don't ask me where my heart has been

it's too dark and you might not see the light again.

Don't ask me why I fell in love with him

It's a story that was cut short but continued to live inside me,

reminding me of why I stopped believing in happily ever afters.

Don't ask me to love you,

because I have tried a lot of times and the people I love end up leaving me.

Don't ask me why I can't love myself,

because I used to think I was a universe full of beauty

until I fell too hard and hit the ground and now I can't find my way back up to the stars again.

My body has been broken, used and abandoned like an old haunted house.

Too many ghosts live inside me that people tend to stay far away.

They only enter to feel the thrill and leave when they have had enough.

The door to my soul has lost its hinges and the floorboards made out of my ribs are beaten.

The wind howls of a lost love as I try desperately to breathe in the cold night air

because he shut all the windows when he left.

My heart is a graveyard and I have buried way too many people in it.

I can't have another casualty again.