You can see where the seeds have been planted,
They are hollow, empty, desolate beings,
Tears are hidden under the blanket of eyelids,
A fake smile has been painted on their mouths.
Now the seeds begin to grow, not sprouting,
just slowly rising through the confinement of the “soil”,
It’s creating a bigger hole, tearing them from the inside out,
They still push on, hoping it’ll die off without love and nourishment.
It keeps growing -growing and growing- it’s at that flimsy film now,
It pushes, then you can hear a faint pop,
It’s broken through, it’s finally ripped.
The tears now escape,
They ask why, why, why, why,
They refuse to be comforted,
because to be comforted will set new seeds,
And that is not a good thing.
It’s growing now,
Making the rip larger,
so large that it looks almost as if it’ll break in two,
They wish it would, because they can then go numb.
It ripped, it tore, it broke,
It’s just a broken thing now,
Sure it still pumps blood,
But that’s the only purpose now.
Broken in two,
Broken from sorrow,
Broken from love,
Broken hearts always cause pain…