Heartless

Another night has passed me by
and I lie in this bed alone-
reminiscing of all the things I've lost,
wishing I could just go home.
Remembering flames that have burned to ash
that have left more than branded scars-
wondering if there will ever be another
strong enough to find my heart.
So lonely is this empty house,
even lonelier is this empty bed-
my thoughts don't give me a moments peace,
regret screaming in my head.
The quiet leaves me nothing,
just time to think and long for the past-
this silence so loud it's deafening,
shatters my eardrums like glass.
They say that home is where the heart is
but if that's the truth...
where is home when there is no longer a heart
beating love inside of you?