What becomes
of an unloved heart?
Who can can know?
Does it cry in the darkness?
Does it plead for mercy,
beg for kindness?
Who can see it,
as it fades away,
fades to darkness?
Does anyone know
the unloved heart?
Do they watch as it
sinks ever deeper
into the black abyss
of dispair.
No, no one sees.
No one has ever seen
or listened, or helped.
No one sees or listens,
or knows.
For who can know the torment
and the suffering
of the unloved heart,
but the unloved heart itself?
