I'm dead

My heart has stoped, my tears need to be moped.
The time has been called, my skin has been sawed.
"Cause of death?" one said to another.
"Empty heart, my dear brother."

So they put me away, underground.
Never again will my eyes be found.
I'll stare at the top of this old cedar box,
thinking if why my heart has stoped.

It is because I have no one to love,
none sent from above.
My ol' heart just had a spart,
and decided to fall apart.

So I'll sit down here, and I'll no longer fear.
People will forget, and no longer regret.
The knowing of a girl with an empty heart.