My heart is a torn blue paper on display
As if I needed to be reminded of my pain.
It is nothing, they say
It will soon go away.
It’s been three long years.
I haven’t fought through the tears.
Most of them have drowned me by now.
No, it is nothing,
They say as I try to walk away.
The pain grows sharper, severing my emotions.
The good, and the bad
And the love I one felt I had.