My Dark Soul Poem by oscar chavira

I have seen the color of my soul and it's black.
My heart is broken glass with chips and cracks.

My heart does not feel love but feels pain.
I pray to God for it to go away.

But it seems that God doesn't listen to my prayer.
he left me all alone, shaking and scared.

So I'm here all alone, just to sit here and cry.
no one would care if i were to die.

But before I die, there is something I lack.
It is love, but I can't love. because my soul is black.