Where My Heart Should be

I slice a careful circle through my flesh
Smoothly around my heart I cut
I have cried to much to bleed
There must be a heart somewhere, but

I am full of emptiness
And for the first time in five years
I want to let someone else in
Now drained of all my tears

But this was clearly a mistake
Like everything else in my life
I begin to fill with pain and sorrow
And sharp stabs from my own knife

I brought this life upon myself
I tried to love once more
But I don’t matter in their eyes
I am merely a false alarm door

Now I am surely no longer empty
I reveal my scars and soul
Only to find that where nothing had been
Was a mistaken unloved black hole

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