i bleed through every single day. with this burden labeled heart. worn thin by disappointment.
hanging by a thread. a magnet for incisions. it has made me weak.
an accomplice to malfunction.
filled with lead. it serves no purpose.
i have no need for this heart.
for it receives no love. so impractical in it's nature.
i curse this heart. i wish it death.
one stitch could save me.
this heart just needs a spark.
but it will not come soon enough.
and i will once again be lost beneath the black