I have no tears left to shed,

my heart was ripped into shreds.

Tears fall,

as I remember our time together,

over the years.

Now all I have left is me 

and my empty heart.

The cold emptiness I feel inside,

is the reason why I cry.

The reason I break down on the

inside.

Where did we go wrong? 

It seemed like we were going strong.

Walking down the street alone,

no one by my side,

except my shadow.

Breaking harder on the inside,

it’s a work of a depressing art,

me and my broken heart.

Ashes fall from the sky and

I ask myself why.

Why do I even bother to try,

why can’t I just retreat into the

shadows and cry?

I never believed I’d end up this way,

even after our warm summer days.

What a price to pay.

Now, it’s only me and my empty

heart.

Falling in the darkness,

my heart becomes colder,

emptier and emptier.

I become someone I am not.

Whatever happened to the butterflies

that made my stomach turn into a knot,

whenever you were around.

I look up at the sky and

the angels start to cry.

And so do I.

People walk past,

no one even bothering to ask why,

why I am undone.

So now, it’s just only going to be

me and my empty heart.

Do you care at all…?