Where is it? Can you find it? My beating heart,
I try to draw near but it tears me apart,
Because to feel for someone in this life,
You'd be better off juggling with a knife.
A heart, restart, pull apart,
Place it on the wall, to stab with darts,
Because pain is something people enjoy seeing,
Pain is there to stop you being.
Being what? You may ask, clearly amused.
Happy, smiling and all in between,
You are here to be abused,
Because to have a heart, you'll face ones selfish and mean.
To be a good person, you must be oblivious to stress,
Instead of a heart you must hold darkness,
So tell me what to do my dear friend,
"Easy. Simply ensure you're made of cement."
For when it's over, and the going is tough,
Remember, you'll never be good enough,
For those who are selfish, arrogant, snide
To have a heart is suicide.
