They tried to stitch my heart back in today, it worked for a while. But soon someone pulled at the strings again. It's still there, but it's hanging by a thread.
Please stitch it back in again
I need someone ready at all times, who ignores how angry I may get with them for being so close, who's got a needle and thread at the ready so they can fix the damage done.
Push it back in, force it to beat, stitch it back in, and stop me from tearing it out again. Save me from them, not just the real people. But them. The ones I can't escape from because they are part of me.
I thought I had started to live again today but instead someone killed me.
You see, to me we die more often than we think. Once I heard we only die twice, once when our bodies stop working and again when our names are forgotten. But we die so many more times, like when we become numb, or uncaring, or for some when pain becomes comfort.
But I don't want to die for the last time yet. So please stitch me back together, make me talk and move like a puppet if you have to. Just keep me alive
Because I'm scared to die.
