To Whom It Concerns

Just a poem

To whom it concerns:
What I feel in my heart, this pain,
Is forever with me and will never go away.
The pain I feel increases day after day.

To whom it concerns:
My heart will never be whole again.
My heart has shattered into a million little pieces.
With my heart gone, my pain will never ease.

To whom it concerns:
I wish this pain was gone
But the pain doesn’t want to go away when you’re lonely.
With this pain, I can’t pretend like everything is rosy.

To whom it concerns:
I don’t think I’ll be happy again.
All my happiness is just pretend.
I wish all this suffering would end.