My Lost Heart

Written at the age of 19 in the year 1987

It all came from the heart in the beginning. Every secret ever told was done for love and in the name of love.

When all the feelings poured out, it wasn't a relief. It was more like my emotions were a storm of tears. I couldn't shut it off and didn't know how it all came about. I couldn't stop hearing the screams as they became louder and louder. But no, no one heard my screams for help. Everyone had went their own way and left me in the padded room.

As I sat in the corner and stared at the four walls for hours, at a time, I remember how much fun life used to be and how cruel it turned out for me.

It was many years later and I had no more heart to pour feelings out of. The people raped me of this in the padded room and now I live in the padded room.

No matter what role I may be playing because that's all it is is an act. Really deep down inside I live in total confusion between my lost heart and the people that stole it from me.
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