I want to show you my heart, my whole heart
Don’t be shy it’s still beating so I’ll be fine take it
Take the part of me that’s been hurting for 7 years and counting
I’ve been counting on someone to understand my pain  
To understand the literal and physical hole in inside my chest, I need a doctor
So, please be the shrink to shrink this hole from my once whole heart, I need it
Knit and kneed your magic substances you’re so willing to give into my heart
The same you knew she needed seven years and counting
You knew about her previous pain of drug use
You knew insomnia leads to desperation
You knew that Xanax was easy to overdose on
You knew asphyxiation leads to many strokes
You knew ventilators can keep dead a person alive
I knew hugs are meaningless to a dead body but we still gave them to her anyway
I’m glad you’re locked up but I still want your professional opinion
Will squeezing my heart stop the pain from hole you made?
You’ve already squeezed the life out of one person so why not me?
Maybe it will stop me from bleeding affection into people that don’t love me
Maybe it will shrink my heart enough to close the gap that no one can fill
Maybe it will bring me one step closer to her embrace again
But that would be a waste wouldn’t it
It would waste of the sparkles she lit into my eyes, the strength she forged into my body, and the love she hugged into my heart
So, I’ll leave you with the blood she gave to me
I hope your oath lying hands burn from it and never forget the pain you left me
-A.P