Broken moon

Broken glass    Fills my voice  
Bloody words come out by choice
Depression and  agony  fuels my voice  illusions become reality I’m absorbing  pain past  compassions Lid as words cut my heart  like razors  I’m compressed with emotions of old they have manifested destruction   Amongst the mind  as my heart dies slowly     Tears no longer exist   I’m just numb to all facts of happiness   No matter how much good I do I’m a  villain trying to make right  I feel for ever blamed standing court for actions of despair  how I do   Say I need help some one to listen   A shoulder to cry on  with out being weak    My kindness has been taken advantage of for the thought of true love and happiness  . I now realize people like me don’t deserve  love   For I am cursed with a broken heart  .