Worthless

When you love someone
And you have no better way to show it,
Your feelings are doomed to be known.
Your heart is destroyed with feelings
Like clothes thrown in a drum
Full of sulphuric acid.
Who will appreciate what is unknown?
It will expire like unused airtime in a phone.
You then wonder why you have a factory of feelings
That can never seem to be expressed.
I want my heart to be refreshed,
To know that I loved someone
And also be loved wholeheartedly.
It hurts to end as wishful thinking
For the love I sacrificed for started sinking.