My melancholy hart

Who can help my melancholy hart, when I'd knew I'd away be alone form the start, with all the promises you would be there for me tell the end, here i am sitting alone again so I bleed my hart out on this page, after my feelings, love and sympathys have been stepped on by you boots ones again. how could I ever get close to someone, when all the scars over time have made my hart hard. I look to the heavens for angels to save me but even when I need them the most they look away.