Disastrous treasure

Broken.. After you give your all what's left. Trading your treasure, for pleasure, what's left in your chest? If there's any I'll compensate for the rest. Feeling emotionless, because you use emotions less. The pain you obtain when these emotions wreck. Deranged and full if shame, and that's at your best. What's the need, of wearing your heart on your sleeve, when you like to show your flesh? And you believe a broken heart won't leave a mess?