When the clock ticks
To the last second of 2:59am,
He knew he had a heart,
He knew because
The tears on his pillows
Were dry;
The teary eyes were
Done.

The room was dimly lit,
He's at an age where
He's no longer scared
Of ghouls and ghosts and
The supernatural, he
Is afraid of people--- alive, talking, breathing.
It was as if the room was made
For his heart, for he only felt
nothing.

He didn't have nightmares,
He was awake,
Alone in this cold,
Gray room, staring at the empty ceiling,
Awaiting the sun to rise.

He thought hope
Was the sun,
But he's still under the moon---
Infinite, hopeless, and dark.

He always knew he had a heart,
But his only knew pain,
Sadness,
And emptiness.