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 To The Brim With Lead

It Serves No Purpose

I Have No Need For This Heart

For It Receives No Love At All

So Impractical In It's Nature

Just A Charming Paperweight

Defined Only By Shape Not Worth

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

I Curse This Heart

I Wish It Death