In all my existence which I bore, I've encountered the hearts of men.
So foolish and ignorant beings they were, letting it rule their head.
I did not favor this fate; I did not want to want to fall into the unescapable.
So I locked away my heart, ceasing to beat, but still stable.
For days to months to years, I never opened the box, although I did not mind.
But it was a lie I reminded myself so often, I accepted this as truth.
That I didn't need the heart, what a fool I was to remain seemingly couth.
Because now no one around cares and think that I enjoy the loneliness.
We were all wrong, for the loneliness cut deep into me, causing hopelessness.
By then I only knew of pain at that moment of time.
I've locked the box containing my heart, but there was no key,
Great frustration drove and crashed me into insanity.
What a fool I am, burdened with no heart.
I envy those around who knew of love, I've kept apart.
Depressed and betrayed I was, committing self crime.
Even so I gazed upon the lovers, the friends, the cherished.
I thought to myself in the darkness, would anyone care if I were to perish?
I was already dying, perhaps this would be my final act.
A last glance at the broken box, the heart was still pumping, still trapped.
Goodbye, dear.