Once my heart was full of petty things,

Like dolls with tufts of hair and wedding rings,

Today my heart is empty and hollow,

For the rest of my life, filled with sorrow,

People do not understand why

Sometimes others want to die,

And although I do not give a reason,

I feel that life is made of treason,

I do not want to die today, oh no,

But one day to my grave I go,

My heart tells me I shan’t grow old,

For I don’t know of the shining gold,

My heart is only of the silver kind,

All the gold is in my mind,

My heart tells me that I should’ve kept

The happiness inside and never wept

For something that nothing I can do,

But I see a demon in my view,

And when I am alone, I think

Of all the times I want to sink,

And wonder why I feel nothing at all,

Perhaps it is because my heart is small.