Above all else,
Guard your heart
For it is
The wellspring of life
And the most fragile thing
You could ever have.
It quivers and aches
It burns and it breakes
Consumes you inside and out
Its rythm can torture
And deliver exposure
To an inhumane growl
The body is bloody
And this burden is shady
Without its energy
Life is gray
Pulls in the harvest
Lights your way
Its nothing to degrate
A light beat
Desides your fate
And it will imitate
A greater hate
That's meant for the opposite
Unless its broken
I swear up and down ill never touch it again and really I've tried
But every time I feel down its the place that I hide
I relapse and relapse each time leaves me hollow
Each score brings the high then depression to follow
Dependent on you this fleeting obsession
The fear and self loathing too deep to mention
I keep coming back though I know it's unhealthy
I say I just use it till I'm happy and wealthy
Every time a new prick a hole to a world apart
My love seeps out in blood from the track marks on my heart
I trust you with my son, my secrets and my life
But I can't trust that i would ever be healthy if you were my wife
scattered on the ground,
her fragile heart was found,
broken into peices,
yet her love for you increases,
no matter what you do,
even if what you say is true,
she always seems to forgive,
despite the cost, die or live,
but one will pick up her scattered heart,
and for then with love they soon will start,
putting the peices together,
and thats when her life will get better
i have a wall around my heart
it closes off outsiders and protects me
but it also hurts me
shutting me out from people
when the wall starts to crumble
i quickly put it back together
glancing around to see if anyone noticed
it gets lonely here in my fortress
i wonder if the outside is better...
i guess i will never know
Why do people worry so much about you?
My friends say you're cold and picky
Making you soft again could be a little tricky.
Mom says you're so used, you need to be pretty
But maybe she just said that out of pity.
Dad says I have to protect you, he's just being silly
You're not even in danger buddy.
You're used to rips, you can mend yourself.
You're used to picking, you can plant for your own.
You're still there on my right chest.
Why do they worry about you?
You're still beating. You're still pumping blood.
You're okay. I know you are.
They should stop worrying
You're just another desolate place.
"I leave my heart open but it stays empty for days"
I feel an emptiness in my chest
I feel the loneliness
I can feel my hearts desire to be loved
I can feel its fear of hurting again
I feel the pain
The plead for help
I feel the same as I did before
I feel like it needs a little more.
Helpful criticism wouldn't hurt