I bleed through every single day    with this burden labeled heart    worn thin by disappointment    hanging by a thread    a magnet for incisions    it has made me weak    an accomplice to malfunction    filled to the brim with lead    it serves no purpose    i have no need for this heart    for it receives no love at all    so impractical in it's nature    just a charming paperweight    defined only by shape not worth    i curse this heart    i wish it death    one stitch could save me    this heart just needs a spark    but it will not come soon enough    and i will once again be lost beneath the black    i curse this heart    i wish it death