If you listen closely
You can hear my heart breaking into a million pieces again
If you look closely, you can see the blood in my fingers as I try to pick everything up
Then I remember that the cuts in my fingers haven't healed from when I tried piecing my back my heart after my mother died
It's a futile effort so I just leave the splinters of my heart on the floor
I take what's left of my splintered and bruised heart in both my hands and smash it on the floor
I scream into the empty darkness for the loss in my life
I cry up to my mother asking why she has to take her away from me
I cry up to my mother asking why it was such bad timing
I cry up to my mother asking why she left me all those years back
As I enter back into the hospital, I crunch over the pieces of my heard coldly
All that's left is a bacl vacant hole in my chest
No-one really notices apart from her
"I hope you love her like me," she whispers weakly kissing the edges of the hole in my chest
"Give her all that love and affection," I reply surpressing tears
She continues kissing the edges of the hole in my chest until I fall asleep
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