Emotions take over.

My heart; Black and broken,
Crumbled up like stone,
Dark, cold, still dying,
Destined to be alone.

My tears; Deep and icy,
Continuously pouring,
Blinding my once clear vision,
But them, I am ignoring.

My blood; Cold not warm,
For it is no longer in my skin,
To release the tension trapped,
I've ripped it from within.

It's not suicide I crave; It's relief.