Broken Hearts

For no reason have I existed. All the reasons I have for living are the thorns that pierce my heart and poison my soul. My heart is shattered in a million shards that ruminate my body. I lay on the ground as I bleed out; feeling the pains of life as I slowly fade and awate Death's welcoming embrace. Death is the only thing that can silence the screaming memories of my haunted life. But that cursed bond of love prevents me from leaving this world. The love of this masochistic existance. And hoping for someone to reach out and hold my heart to keep the broken pieces from blowing away in the wind.