Pendant

I wear it like a pendant, I show it with pride, the broken heart I cannot hide.
It lays gently, around my neck, beating softly, and slower with every breath.
Glistening crimson, it starts to cry, the tears it sheds, are my goodbye.
You chose to ignore the signs it gave, the lies it led, and all the pain.
I wore it as a pendant, for so long, no one noticed. No one cared.
Now you choose to see it? You decide it's conveniant?
It's to late, the pendant is gone, but it left it's mark,
a permanent hole, dark and black, to fill with fears and tears,
for the rest of my years.