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What if my heart was a mistake?

What if my heart was a mistake?

What if this wasn't the heart for me?

 

What if this was meant for another person,

and I got it by some sort of accident?

What if my heart is out there with the wrong person?

And my other half has found it,

loved it, but got broken in the end

because it was my heart on someone else's?

*What if I was never meant to have the heart to begin with?

Because my mind is a dark place where a feeble heart cannot survive.*

 

What if this beating heart in my chest is breaking

slowly, painfully, dying on its own...

Because it was never mine to begin with?

 

What if I broke it completely?

Of what if I let someone else break it?

Will it hurt as much, even if it's not mine?

 

I want to know because I can't feel anymore -

All the wounds left ugly scars,

the horrid bruising brought by my own

filthy hands...

*What if it's dead inside and I am slowly

being poisoned, crippled

Until I'm completely numb?*

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Written by
ekstyn
Published
Jun 13, 2016
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