What Has Done It?

Someone has hurt these hearts, Everyone here hides these from the sight, Nursing the wounds to heal with thoughts, Kneeling down for the miracle to have the perfect, The multiple scratches and deep bruises, How these human can smile and act, Everyone here laugh aloud, wrapping it with torn vests, Empty space is very scary to be in and dwell, Partying all nights, afraid of have a look, At their own hearts, their smiles are haunted, Someone should have played with the hearts with knives, But none hold the weapon in their hands, The syllabic words from their mouth, The fire from their hollow eyes, The uncontrollable limbs and thoughts, Body language could have done the hurt, Not these human whose look is too innocent, never ever realized they have hurt someone.