Never I lost my heart. Once I gave it away. (No one told me sadly) Sadly it was one way. That day I sold my smile. Years before mum took my happiness with every single slap in my face, with every single scream she pelt at my heart, with every drip of blood I lost on the ground. At the age of six my body got separated from my soul. As my daddy decided to go, inhaling flue gas of his car to find his peace of mind. I really hope he's doin' great wherever he is. Maybe he's a bit proud of his son. Hopefully he is. Ashamed I wish he didn't see me losing my way such often. Hope he was sleeping while I freaked out on chemicals and bottled poison. Hope he didn't see those times his son gave up on life. Never I lost my heart. Once I threw it away. Didn't realize it was one way. Basting pieces of hearts I ripped out together to replace mine. Appearing refused as a ghost. Trying to find my heart, I once gave away. Didn't realize it was one way.