The blood.
Still flows.
Through the veins.
That it knows.

My heart still beats.
But it's battered and bruised.
Showing all signs.
Of being abused.

I tried to fix it.
Can you tell.
Then I hid it.
Inside a shell.

I don't want your love.
I don't want your sorrow.
I don't give a ****.
About a new tomorrow.

Just leave me here.
In this pit I dug.
I don't want your pity.
I don't need a hug.

I don't want a new life.
Or a new start.
Leave me to sit here.
With my broken heart.