My heart is broken into, every hour and every day.
With countless and knives and countless fists
From people whom I thought would be by my side
For thousands and thousands and thousands of years.
My heart is weak, yet people say I'm strong.
What they don't know is that they are wrong.
My heart appears to be woven into, with no cuts or bleeding holes
But every single time I look into my chest, I can see all those woes.
My heart beats for me, and pumps me the air that I need
Yet the same air, sometimes I don't want to need.
Because the air isn't the thing I want to inhale the most
It is love, it is joy, it is the pure happiness that I want so I can boast.
My heart haven't smiled in a while, or laughed for a while.
My heart is a part of me,
But no one can truly see
What I am missing
What I am craving
Is something that can soothe my heart
And make it feel again.