• My heart is misshapen,
    broken,and torn.
    Tossed around, and brittle.
    So many things have torn it apart
    But there is no bandaid strong enough,
    to hold it together

    The only way to live is to love
    And I can no longer love
    Because my heart is broken
    It has no more love to give

    My heart is crippled,
    by a man with no feelings.
    A man who love's to murder,
    a perfect soul.

    I was a woman with oppertunity
    And now I am a woman with,
    nothing to live for.

    Because my heart is tainted
    by venom that burns, and mutates it.

    My heart is a dead organ
    No longer able to function.