lower case intended

what am i? what am i? what am i?

if not a wound burnt raw, what am i?

if not a mass of guilt, what am i?

someone thaw me out for i've gotten cold,

someone cut me apart cuz i've gotten numb,

kick me in the gut, punch me in the face, hurt me in every possible way,

yet there wouldn't be further depths to drown

what am i? what am i? what am i?

if not a heart rendered black by the void, what am i?

if not the melancholic song of august, what am i?

i don't want to stay the shadow of the hearth,

i don't want to grow as a moping willow's tale

the deceiving epiphanies of the past, the uncertain call of the future,

what am i? what am i? what am i?

when did i become the very ache i was holding all this while?

when all my brain echoed,

what am i? what am i? what am i?