Hovel Of Heartbreak

I have got the need to set it free, but
though my heart is set against it. You could
never see the way I am, tightly shut
to me. Could not see, even if you would.

Heavily sedated thoughts come quickly.
I cannot stop my paranoia now.
Delusions come, and they will not let me
rest, but you cannot begin to know how.

Parting may be such sweet sorrow, but it
cannot be sweet if such taste is quite tart.
Delicate strings of stricken cords can hit
the hidden soul's core, causing us to part.

Leave me if you wish, but, please, do take care
of my heart. It follows you everywhere.