A Secret I Kept... From You

Deep inside my heart, I recorded.
The days we spent, til it all ended.
In hearts of folded, blacks and whites.
One heart into a bottle, as each day pass by.
Black for loneliness and emptiness,
White for satisfaction and happiness.

Yet now, the hearts ache, for it is too sad.
Majority of the hearts, 10 out of 15 are black.
Only five days, do I get,
A feeling of tomorrow, it won't be black.
Ask, I for reasons,
Ask, I for help,
Ask, I for answers.
Ask now, I for way out.