Just let it be here

I listen to the broken beat
Of million broken hearts.
I lose my mind, I lose my sleep
And get another scars.

I try to listen to the rant,
I try pretend the deaf,
But injured souls' loud pant
Makes me confess myself:

I have to break my burning heart
And make from pieces sparks.
I put them in my poem arts -
You'll notice their marks.