Too Tired Poem by Dislocated Heart

Torn, between blurry lines,
have anyone heard,
Of a broken heart die?
The sound it makes,
screaming in fear,
the constant ripping,
and all the scars reappear.
the blood slowly drains,
while the veins suck up the last,
could you see my aorta,
bursting at the seams?
caving in,
introverted to the max..
I'm torn..
with many broken cracks..
Could someone find me for once..
and fix up this broken soul.
I've been waiting long..

I need a little good to show.

Mere words are weak,
the lack of sleep peaks,
withdraws for days,
perhaps weeks..

too tired for sleep.