His heart was in the highlands
and mine was down by the sea.
Although we were different in every way,
I felt as though he was the one for me.
I gave him my heart,
I poured out my soul
I trusted him completely
and now in my chest, he has left a hole.
I felt betrayed and depressed,
but I forgave him all the same,
believing the fault was mine
and that he was not to blame.
My wrists are now bleeding,
staining my white shirt red,
I know not to keep my heart on my sleeve,
but to keep it locked far away instead.