A heart like mine is full,

Of love and heartbreak,

of good memories and bad,

that are only for me to know.

I have seen and felt what sorrow is.

It has seeped into my soul,

determined to ruin me.

 

But, a heart like mine has no room for sorrow,

For pain, fear and suffering.

My heart is 99% full of love and happy memories,

From friends and family alike.

The other 1% is everything that has ripped me apart.

But that miniscule percent is larger in reality

than all of the happy moments combined.

 

A heart like mine is forgiving.

Forgiveness chases away everything

that tries to ruin me,

leaving my heart open for anything.

I am waiting,

waiting for the life I deserve

With everything I believe in.

 

A heart like mine is gargantuan,

It feels bigger than life itself.

Holding everything dear to me close

never letting me forget

what I have, and what I have lost.

Still, the ratio of the good to the bad favors the good.

 

A heart like mine is tired.

Sick of being torn to shreds

by those I care about,

Tired of the late nights lying awake

thinking about that horrible night in July.

The night my dad was taken away.

 

I have cried my last tear.

I am empty and I am numb.

Nothing is left but a giant heart

waiting to be filled again

with love and happiness.

 

A heart like mine knows how the world works.

It is full of darkness and cruelty.

Of anger and jealousy.

Everyday, someone or something is beaten to death,

By a person who was supposed to love them.

Everyday, someone commits suicide

because they thought they were alone in the dark.

 

A heart like mine knows darkness.

It is everywhere,

in every shadow and every corner

Of an alley at midnight, in a big city.

It is everywhere the light does not reach.

Hiding under the bushes in the forest,

and in every nook and cranny of a person’s soul.

 

A heart like mine know that where there is darkness,

the light is waiting to illuminate the way out.

Waiting to rescue someone from a life of evil,

waiting to save the day.

The light chases the darkness.

Around and around and around.

So fast, that the light consumes the darkness,

Removing it from the world, the soul and the heart.

 

A heart like mine is broken.

It has been stitched and taped,

stapled and glued together.

Physically, it is healed,

But it’s not in reality.

it will never heal

from the abuse it has been through.

Never again, will it work right.

No matter how hard someone tries to fix it.

 

A heart like mine knows the loneliness

of an abandoned warehouse.

With graffiti marking the spot

where nobody dares to go.

It masks itself with an eerie fog,

believed to hide the remnants of anger

and the demons of life.

 

A heart like mine is a survivor.

it fought through the darkness,

the pain and neglect.

It has faced every demon known to mankind.

It has been beaten, torn, and it has exploded

into a million pieces,

But it has survived all of that.

It has gotten back up from the depths of despair

and it has won the battle of life.

A heart like mine will remain

when everything else goes away.