No Heart Poem by Cecellia King

I have no heart, you tour it apart.
I use to be careing, but now I am only daring.
I want to see someone dead, to see there red, because I know I wont feel dread.
I wish to die, I want to see you finally cry.
I use to over dose, I couldn't even see my toes.
When ever I feel the heat, it makes me almost feel compleat.
I want to go jump in the river and die, then I might just fly.
I know you have a job, but that only makes you a frod.
I try to see you, but you dont talk, you disapear, so you where never here.
I use to cut, that was my face, a compleat disgrace.
I use to be good at art, but I got angry and tour it apart.
All of my past respect went to regret.
I use to like poka dots and stripes, even sometimes kytes.
But now I like fire, it never alows me to tire.