This is My Heart

This is my heart,
it cracks, it breaks
then I start to shake.
How much more can it take,
then for my sake...

These are my eyes,
they burn, they cry
then i start to despise.
When will I realize,
that I slowly die...

These are my ears,
the listen, they hear
and absorb my fears.
When will it be clear,
that the end is near...

But none of this will ever really matter,
with every breath growing more worthless.
And then when my heart shatters,
what will be my purpose?

This is my face,
it's pitiful, it's traced
and the meaning's displaced.
I am this hopeless case,
showing nothing but disgrace.