My heart hurts beyond imagination. My heart has been removed from my body. For I gave it to someone, someone that was special and dear to me. Someone I trusted my heart with, someone I loved, Someone who was my friend. Someone I would have done anything for. And now my heart is missing. It was thrown in the dirt. And left on the ground to die. It has only been a few days and still I cannot find it. My heart is gone. My heart is missing and I'm in pain. Perhaps I shall find it again someday. I'm hoping someone will find it for me. For until then, I am still searching for it. For it was my sin to give my heart away so lovingly. I am without it for now and I must suffer. Every moment of everyday of every second of every minute, a pain strikes me as punishment, for my heart is missing. Every time I see her, I cannot breathe. I cannot hold the tears in my eyes. For she only must have hated me with a passion, to break my poor young soul. To kill me softly. But still I search. I search for my broken, beaten, smotherer heart. For I gave it to someone. Someone that was special and dear to me. Someone who I trusted my heart with. Someone I loved, someone who was my friend. Someone I would have done anything for. God, please help me... please Lord...