An ability we can't explain, the ability to feel our love. To feel it still even through pain, what a gift it is, or so it was.
Before we forgot and squandered, loosing it to the infinite. Before we rationed and excluded, basking it in pride. Before we took the reins and pulled too tight, what once was boundless...now out of sight.
Our greatest gift, that we can use to cure so much and so many, but rather reserve for a select few. Does this make it more precious? or does it close our hearts from the infinite love we could share.
The hands that haven't held The legs that haven't walked The skin that has never felt The eyes that couldn't see The ears that couldn't hear
I owned the mouth that never spoke, filled with words hidden behind lips that filled my throat but, I couldn't speak the last and only thing I felt was the awful feeling of being choked whenever I spoke I was creature with no energy just like a flower with no petals I wasn't able to bloom I wasn't able to grow
Sadly this woman with the biggest heart Has to rip out her most loving thoughts She must turn cold For over her, people just rolled
She alway knew they would But she still did what she could She so desperately wanted to belive That everyone that was truly in need Would appreciate what she did She had the faith of a little kid She believed there was good in most everyone But now with all of that, she was done
There finally was that last straw Finally a line she had to draw This decision was agonizingly painful After this, she didn't know what she would live for, would she be able
The pain of this was greater then all that had came before This killing of her own soul hurt so much more Than what any human monster had inflicted With this her heart would truly be restricted
She took the broken pieces of her being Ground them to dust as tears down her checks kept steaming She knew with this final self inflicted act There would be no coming back
There would be no more love, no hope If not for drugs, how would she cope
With one last sigh One last cry She pounded what made her, her to dust She felt no other way out, it was a must The chain that bound her to helping others just turned to rust It broke and fell away She wondered why on this earth would she now stay
For with all the good she had tried to spread into this wicked place She sincerely thought it would be returned when difficulties she faced Only to find No other human would act as kind
Every single person she tured to Only replied "what can I do" "I would help, but I must put myself first" Her loving heart made her feel so utterly cursed
So she decided that was it No longer with the afflicted would she sit No longer would she put others before herself They could all fall off the ******* shelf
This decision was not freeing It was gonna **** her completely, her fragile soul, her being It was gonna break the ties that held her to this life But when she need help, no one was there to end the strife
Now this woman with the biggest heart Has to rip out her most loving thoughts Now she is as cold and heartless as the rest But look really hard, there is still the stain of tears upon her breast