Analysis of Numb HEART

I say, you've more then

likely have read a poem

about hearts being broken,

torn, loved, mended, soaken.

Mines been through too much

to call upon it to weep

its been hurt pretty deep

I no longer cry before I sleep.

It feels nothing but wants love to last

for everything happend way to fast

yet what I hold onto if anything

is a last minute rope

and a small light of hope.