Shredded hart

Sometimes I can still hear your voice,
Replaying itself in my head,
It keeps laying you love me,
But it’s to late because my hart is already shred,

I lay myself down to sleep,
In my mind I lay in my grave dug so deep,
A place for my broken hart,
A place where I won’t have to weep,

I lay in my grave ready to die,
There is no time to say goodbye,
Hart shredded and torn apart,
I lay down silent no energy to even cry,

I hope to awake,
For this hell just to break,
I suddenly wake…
Seeing that it was just a dream.