I’m sitting in the darkness
Clutching the hole in my chest
My eyes are wet from weeping
That’s why I get no rest
The pains from my wound
Are more then I can bare
The blood is caked on my skin
And matted in my hair
This puncture is from a weapon
Far greater then knife or sword
It’s hurt me from the outside in
I feel like I’ve been cored
This injury upon my chest
Was too easy to prevent
When I gave you my heart
Breaking it was not what I meant
You have ripped my heart out
You’ve left me here to die
So I will just sit here in the darkness
And cry, cry, cry…
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