Story of a broken heart

A broken heart has nothing to say,
hopes nothing and no where to stay.

Cries alot with no wet eyes,
thinks alot which nothing implies.

Dreams are dumped with my hopeless desires,
my life has struck which noone admires.

Busy days with empty mind,
passing my life with lonely nights.

Noone worries my wandering eyes,
and
only what my heart do,is daily dies.