I want it to stop, this heart of mine,

Unexaggeratedly, no I'm not fine.

I'm so lost, oh and I'm so confused,

My heart rejected, played with, and abused.

So lonely I am, and hurt but alive,

I know not what for that I strive.

I am a waste of the oxygen I breathe,

I know not who I am, I'm in a state of Lethe.

Lonely, oh how so lonely I am tonight,

Everything is dark, today there is no light.

What must I do to put my heart at rest?

To rid of the aching, I constantly feel in my chest.

To rid of the thoughts that cloud my brain,

And to stop the smiles I constantly feign.

"Stop torturing me" to my heart I speak,

But this heart of mine, refuses to be weak.