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