Looking for a Needle

I've lost the needle to sew up my broken heart.
There is no super glue to piece together what's been torn apart.
The dark that lives inside my soul
The depth of that deep black hole.
I have nothing left to give, I've given it all away.
I tried every thing just to make you stay.
I'll walk this road alone, cuts and scrapes upon my feet.
Dirty disapproving looks from observers on the street.
breathing in this living hell, burning in this real life fire.
The pain and sadness smothering any desire.
Desire for life, and love.
Even trust in those above.
All that was me, all that made me happy, bubbly and free.
All gone, at that is left of me is a silent dead sea.
If I find the needle, the single pointed needle.
to pierce my heart and release this evil.
At least if I bleed it out.
With nothing left their will be no more doubt.
of what I am and who I was, and who I could be.
Nothing left but to wait it out and see.