Broken heart from birth Lips are blue Gasping for air Breaking the bones Building the chambers Trying to repair All is not lost Fighting to live In constant despair But time moves on And it never waits Time moves on While the health deteriorates Inside my chest I already carried three hearts I hope this one Lasts longer than the last I have fought against death Some how made it back The endless pain So many scars You may think I'm broken But I am far from that
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