To Whom It May Concern... Poem by Shannon Monroe

To Whom It May Concern,
Love has destroyed a young girl's soul.
Destroyed her life, her feelings
Her very thoughts are negetive, disconcerting and hateful.
Her words, Her very words are silent, yet they are loud enough for the world to hear.
Her heart is broken in two like a piece of wood getting split by an axe.
She has been hurt.
Hurt one too many times that didn't make her stronger.
She has been weakend instead.
Love doesn't exsist in this lonely heart anymore.
Only hate and darkness reside in the depths of her heart made of steel.
Nothing.
Nothing can penentrate this heart of steel that only a key can open it up and spill out the contents of it for everybody to see.
To laugh at and scourn at it.
Nobody. Nothing can help this lonely soul from going through hell and back,
Nothing, Nobody. Not even a fraction of a hair of help was offered to help this poor and lonely soul.
It shall be and will be her final journey from earth to heaven and this soul is me.
To Whom It May Concern.