A toxic mass lies in my heart
Minute after minute it grows, that spark
Of inhumane poison, it's making me ill
And is taking away what's left of my thrill
It needs no medication, this condition of mine
Just an open-heart surgery or maybe some brine
Cut me open, this skin is crying for help
I can take it no longer, this pain that demands to be felt
Inch by inch they pry me open
Until they reached the peak of the moment
When they see nothing wrong in my chest,
"Are you sure it's not cancer of the breast?"
"No, it's not, Doc.", I most certainly say
As the dextrose drips in an unaccented way
"There's always that throb deep in my heart
That's been through worse than Noah's Ark."
"Well, my dear," she replies like that of a mother,
"Your heart is quite broken from the looks of another
And you forced yourself to deny the feels
Than to do over that emotional reel.
My advice for you is please let them go
The things you felt that you wouldn't show
Because they are killing you slowly
Since your self-esteem is treating you lowly."
After a month or so with minor stitches
You came along once more and my heart twitches
Bubbling pain comes and my chest aches
"Shut up you fool, or I'll impale you with a stake!"
Oh, Doc, your advice just makes me wallow
In self-pity and torture, some pill to swallow
I might schedule an appointment once again
Oh doctor, why can't love be my friend?
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