Blessed with a Broken Heart

My soul is cold and alone,
lost in a land of unknowns.
My heart is broken and bleeding,
so the truth cant be shown.

This pain I never felt before,
tried to mend my shattered heart.
The stitches held only for awhile,
with one cut they fell apart.

Now the pieces turn to black,
as they lay forever on the floor.
I left them there not even caring,
knowing I cant take much more.

I walk along a lonely path,
not really knowing where to start.
Why do I live my life in hell,
blessed with a broken heart.