Sometimes the best muses are the broken ones. im sorry yours was a broken heart. however you write very well and was amazed at your 4th stanza definitely a powerful image.

HS

"I found out about the darkness
hidden behind theses hazel eyes
I now know the reasons that my heart
is capable of knowing a thousand lies"

Second line- "theses" should be "these".
I think those last two lines are quite thought- invoking and profound. It seems you seem to come to understand your heart holds so many burdens, it knows the curves of truth.

"There is no colors that my heart bleeds
But yet i still feel its pain
if a rejection of love is cold to the touch
would it explain how I've become so insane"

First line- "is" should be "are".
- this line really grabbed me.....I know the deep image of a heart bleeding, but you go past the line to exclaim you can't find that color, that its too far gone.
"rejection of love" - haunts me.....it gives no explanation.

"funny how a broken heart has become my muse
to be honest i think i killed the last one
somewhere deep within my twisted thought process
I believe that this life was not meant for Love and fun"

Interesting thought here.......it seems we will always write about a desired love or some fantasy crush....but sometimes the brokenness gets the best of us.

"I went out and let others stab her repeatedly
till she form her wounds she bled to death
and then just for the hell of it i wrapped my hand around her neck
just to make this feeling called love breathe its last breath"

I like the last two lines and the meaning of this love that has bled for too long...it is quite powerful. second line needs work, add a break after wounds maybe?

"I'm sorry to say i found out about the darkness
hidden behind a curtain of a thousand lies
but all you will ever see when you look into my heart
is just that; a reflection of these my hazel eyes"

Oh a bit haunting...your past reveals this darkness but you hid it all behind hazel eyes.

Expressed well...keep writing.