This pain is overbearing, it spreads through me like fire.
My hand placed over my heart as if it were a lifeline.
Pressure I need placed there, for without it my heart will fall, so it's dire.
Oh please God, this pain is anything but divine!
She says these words so easily as if it were water through a grate.
I'm curling within myself, my lips crying out pitiful laments, all that comes is silent.
Does she know of my broken, crippled state?
Does she gain pleasure from this, is her mind and heart that bent?
She tells me of another, yet gives me false hope.
She now speaks of him with ardor, a light now in her eyes.
My heart is crushed and suffocated with this paranoid rope.
It took me too late, what's she doing, now I realize!
The clock ticks down this unchangable fate.
My heart beats emptily, gripping to an hope even though it's lean.
How could she think to drop me in dirt and think I'd gladly participate.
I never saw this coming but now I see their affections, they're so keen.
Oh! My hea