Screams of a Silent Heart

There's a point beyond,

A point where I feel nothing at all,

I guess I have been there for centuries and over,

I guess it has become a habit which can't be undone,

There's a point where you heal faster than you get hurt, 

But that only comes after infinite unbearable cuts,

There's a point where nothing hurts but hope,

It is like a blade to throat, 

Cutting your flesh but not more, 

And everytime you wish it would be over,

It cuts a bit more, 

But I still wish, 

I wish that someone is made,

Made to fit like a puzzle,

Maybe for my broken silent heart,

Maybe exactly made like other? 

And I wish someone, something brings that to me,

And I can only wish that it wants me as much as I wish for it,

And that it is the sole reason for which it still beats,

I guess someone is made,

I want to be with it till my memories fade,

Someone who can dream my dreams,

Someone who can hear,

A silent heart's loud screams.