Exhausted

A so called spartan; who gets no where being brave,
My heart; Fragmented, as hollow as a cave.
I'ts empty and bare,
And each time i cry; the echoes ripple off the saddened walls,
Her name my tearful voice box calls;
With no reply
And nothing to win
I cannot explain the depth of my pain; crippling me
And crushing me down; like a boulders pressure on a snail shell
Come one, come all; To my life of hell.
My once bright smile; is sunken and bleak,
My eyes have dimmed to a murkish grey.
I'm past the point of pretending its fine,
Theres Nothing left,
I'm not okay.
I don't care anymore.
When she walked away; so did walk my soul,
Despair and dismay, my meaningless world.
A thousand mites are in my head; And at my head they pick and tear.
My one last tiny strand of hope;
Was buried alive by the hand of despair.
I am dead
And in return; the world is dead and gone to me,
Drowned by a tidal wave of intese emotions
Then moulded by a time with nothing but hate,
The person that i was-
- now the nothing i've become;
Forever trapped in this prison of my emotional state.