Why does the world
take everything
away from you?
and leave you
with nothing but
a broken heart
overflowing
with sadness
and pain,
a heart that is
trampled on
by the ones
it loved most,
torn apart by
cruel words,
but stitched
together by your
very own bleeding hands
in hopes of a happiness
that is a daydream away.
That no matter
how torn
your heart has become
or how close
it is to falling apart
you still continue
to stitch it
like you've
never been hurt,
like it wasn't
the first time
you're holding
your bleeding heart
in your
blood stained hands
and stitching it
with all the ounce
of life you have left
in you,
after everyone
blew out
the raging fire
you once had.
