Cut My Heart
No good lays inside of me
That calm which once held on the bottom of my stomach
Has turned into a lingering hate
Strip me from this memory
My mind is full of still pictures
Of your face
Ripe me from your side
This anger is one I hate to confront
The first one to touch my heart
Was the first to ripe it out
Leave your painted hands behind me
I feel wasted and used
Hold on to your new existence
For we all know it won't last long
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