Broken Heart

Run a red light,

Go streak in the night,

Assult some one tomorrow,

Scream to the world of your sorrow,

No one cares about your tear streaked face,

The stains of blood on your heart go without a trace,

It's not like anyone cares,

It's not their problem to bear,

And even the ones that do,

Can't hear the loudest cries from you,

The ones that try to assist,

Disappear from vision into a mist,

And people think you've gone mad,

When in reality it's because you're sad,

These lies they tell you,

And the truth broken in two,

By the time you learn what's real,

You're idea of it can cause you to steal,

A broken heart is what you hold,

Nothing can fix it not even gold.