I've been gutted this afternoon
Sufficiently hollowed out
As if I didn't need my heart
It no longer pumps
Blood no longer runs
I just sit
And breathe instead
There's a hole in my chest
Not the heart I was promised
And had before
Why does no one notice the blood dripping
Too bad it blends in with my red shirt
But it doesn't really matter
I didn't need my heart anyway
Why would I need to feel
Why would I want to be happy
I don't really need my heart anyway
What if I want my heart anyway...
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Waving Through A Window
Poetry**While these poems reference suicide and self harm, they are in no way meant to promote it!! Read at your risk** When I look outside my window I don't get no peace of mind... Sequel: "Fading From Your Mind"
