My heart looks like a crime scene,
a victim of love bleeds profusely
So many cuts inflicted on me,
your love has left it's print on me
Your weapon of words cut like a knife,
causing me pain, threatening my life,
only held together with caution tape,
sealed with lies & bitter hate
Hit & run, I am left dealing.
with a heart that has no feeling
You are guilty, the jury is in
may you burn with others condemned