Silly Rhyme

This is another poem that makes me glad that I no longer feel how I did when I wrote it.

My heart feels like lead,
I want to tear it out,
And feel emotionless instead

The happiness of others
It seems costs me mine
Myself and others it really bothers

What am I to do
When my heart feels brittle as glass
How can I see this through?

It feels pointless to wait around
for something that will not come
Especially when the thought of it
only makes me feel down

I suppose it will come sometime
Until then
I'm putting an end to this silly rhyme

Author's Note

Ignore grammar