Secrets of a broken heart

What secrets haunt my broken heart?
What would it whisper in your ear?
Would it complain that it’s too hard
to feel the pain but play the part
to walk away, and stay apart,
but always wish that you were near.

Would it surrender and reveal
the weight that it must now bear?
The wound that doesn’t want to heal,
the sadness that it can’t conceal,
because the things you used to feel
are gone and you no longer care.

Or would it start to sob and cry,
and waste entire box of tissues,
and beg you not to say good bye,
and not to let your feelings die,
and may be give it one more try,
and figure out all the issues.

Perhaps my heart would scream in pain,
unable to control the mouth,
‘cause what you did was inhumane
you turned my loss into your gain
and left me out in the rain
changed locks and color of your house.

Perhaps it wouldn’t speak at all
my words no longer even matter
I have no place inside your soul
I am an old, broken doll,
that’s thrown up against the wall,
‘cause brand new toy is so much better.

This broken heart inside my chest...
is shattered and it’s bleeding out
In loving you it did its best,
and it will never ever rest,
and it will always be possessed
by sadness, pain and God damned doubt.