Paperweight - A Jealousy Issue, Poison The Well

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