Poem: through shut eyes

theres no one in my heart,
no one in my mind,
no one here beside me,
because to this world im blind.

the crack of dawn,
the frost of night,
and everyday
it is a fight.

the window is shut,
and nailed secure,
so all thats left,
is that which's pure

broken dreams,
shattered on the floor,
constant dissapointment,
breaks them more.

stabbed in the back,
the knife stained red,
this mental torture,
fucks your head.

confidence,
is what they claim,
and with birmming pride,
they take the blame,

this game they play,
is fun to them,
but will their victim,
recover again?

if not they move on,
and continue,
this mental molestation,
destroys what's within you.

time will heal,
or so they say,
it seems to hurt,
more each day.