Start to finish - A collection of poetry

There's a bump in my chest that some call the heart

There's a bump in my soul
some call it perfection
An aching wide wound
Left there by rejection
I know that it's there
And I know what I'm feeling
But people they tell me
That time does the healing
Uncomfortable words
To someone who's broken
Healing's a lie
Of memories woken

There's a bump in my chest
That some call the heart
It's beating should sound
But mine is all dark
It's silent and still
Most likely all rotten
A porcelain shard
That's broken, forgotten
It doesn't love
Or yern for some passion
No it's crying and dying
The life there's a lack of

There's a bump in my head
Named brain oh so fondly
But that is now dead
And thoughts are now running
I can't seem to think
To even remember
When did I last blink?
Is it really the end here?
Am I still worth it?
The time and affection?
Or has my time come now?
To accept the deception?

There's a bump in my chest
Some call it the heart
And now it's stopped beating
I've played my signed part
And I hope in the end
You won't miss me dearly
I wasn't a friend
An enemy clearly.