******, bruised, on the point of breaking.
All at once I carved you out of my heart
With a razor of ice,  now I can't stop shaking.

How do I bury my hatred and obsession?
I don't want to think or breathe or feel.
You will never hear another true confession.

Plastered on my lips is a well worn smile.
To ease the pain I force myself to forget,
and it starts to feel genuine for just a little while.

I'll ice the wound and pretend that I'm fine.
Deep underground in a golden box
Is where I have hidden what's left of my mind.