This heart deserves some solace; some peace. Yet, it is weathering a storm, bears poison of pain, blossoming anger , frustration , jealousy and all the rest of the particles that leads to demise. Why do we have a heart anyway? When in the end it is meant to be broken? Why do we try to safe guard it? When it is treated like trash and thrown to the dumps when it is passed its expiry date. Why do we have a heart then when it doesn’t’ deserve to be inside ourselves? We are sinners, who cannot take care of something special, which if used correctly can be a jewel to our soul. Instead it we rape it, we destroy our hearts, thinking that like a lottery, it will reward us back. But the real truth is, it won’t.