Dying Heart

I wrote this a few years ago.

Ice,

 

so cold,

 

black as night...

 

That is what my heart is.

 

I'm there, but not quite who I was

 

Missing you as much as I hate you

 

Trying not to cry.

 

If I can't on the inside, atleast I can on the outside

 

Showing you that I don't care

 

But really...I am dying.