This Body

This body doesn't
Have a heart.
It can't have one.
It just keeps braking.
Nothing is valuable
to this body,
Because it's always
Taken away from her.
This body can't love.
This body can't hold.
This body can't live.
This body doesn't
Have a heart,
Because she's afraid
Of what will happen.
This body is scared.
This body is confused.
This body is angry.
This body can't
Have a heart.
With the worlds wars
And Disasters.
This body feels too much,
So what can she do?
This body closed
her heart off.
Now no one
Can reach it.
This body can't
Feel anything, anymore.
And maybe that's
What she wanted,
Maybe that's what
She aimed for.
This body is mine.