I hate that I handed over my heart.
When you took my heart ripped it out and shattered it on the floor, you left my body empty of all warmth and feeling. My blood waits restlessly for its enternal pump. It needs to have that rush, needs to fill my veins once more with that life you deprived me of.
I walk around with puffy red eyes trying to cry. WITHOUT LUCK, WITHOUT CHANCE I CRY! Yet my eyes still stay dry..
I scream to the heavens with pain that I can not feel. I want to feel real again. I MUST! I can not let you achieve in leaving me empty of all being. I cant let you get to me like this. I am a woman. I am strong...
or at least I was before...when I had the heart to feel it.
Run my fingers through my hair, and ball my hands into fists. I grab, yank, and pull! Your getting to me, your getting under my skin. The internal heat is burning me from the inside out. Get out of my skin. GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT! I claw frantically with my nails trying to rip you out.
I see the blood and believe its yours. I grab my face and giggle, because I've hurt you. I raise my head and see myself in the mirror. but its not me I see. No, Its you smiling at me with your evil grin. I will wipe that grin off your face for good. I reach for a knife and slice. Down the street we go.
My blood is free! It rushes out of my wrists. I look into the mirror again to see if your frantic. I see my own face now and laugh hysterically. See what you've done? I try to stop the blood but it flows faster now. I fall and wait. You got to me and now I'm really empty..
