Being a tortured soul of only fifteen,
Cutting at the age of thirteen,
Trying to leave this place since i came.
My heart is black its dead and its gone,
to somewhere i wish that I've never become.
Having little faith in myself can no longer care,
i look over at you and i see you just stair.
I never wanted you to see this person I've hidden for so long,
i wish we could start over or at least move on.
My heart is black with a little gray that once was white,
before that day.
You looked at me with hollow eyes just looking at the scars,
i feeling so bad, I'm wondering what i did wrong.
I didn't think it was that big a of a deal till you turned and walked away,
i was never the same when my heart turned black that day.
Now I'm sitting here writing this poem for you,
hoping that someday you will return my once loved heart,
and take this black one away so we can forget that tragic day.
