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It feels like its being crush

It feels as though someone has reached in

Grabbed my heart and begun squeezing.



Squeezed it till my soul started bleeding

Out of its soft warm home

And into the empty dark abyss it had waiting



From its dark home it holds my heart

Takes from me feelings and hope

And swallows them like candy



My heart struggles against it

Trying hard to “look on the bright side”

Trying to find the truth that could help it hold on



It uses it last pint of soul to hang on

Looking for the reasons for anything

The reasons it should hold on



It finds those reasons that it used in the past

The strong stone around its base

But finds that they aren’t as strong as they use to be



It holds on and prays for a miracle

Hoping that there is one last stone

And who knows if it will find it?