A smiling organ, so strong and fast.
A heart is pure, but not meant to last.
At first red fades, the blood flowing slow.
Then the dull heart starts to lose its glow.
Every crack releases precious drops,
Emptying case, who knows how it stops?
One shell can only take but so much,
Until it will burst from one bad touch.
Crack one came with the fathers, the two.
No one could return it to pre-you.
You took the purity, hammered a strike,
And just like that, you shoved in the knife.
The crack split in two, spreading now past,
The pure little heart grew up too fast.
A third strike at five, no friends in sight,
Things from then on, always a fight.
Strike four when mother tied up that door,
Each struggle of hers hurt a bit more;
All struggles passed; emotions were hacked,
Through empathy’s curse, a heart hard cracked.
Unloved and rejected, the heart breaks,
Abused and neglected the heart shakes.
Sudden loss of intense love, all wrong;
A bullet shatters even the strong.
Unwanted touches, repeat offense,
Every new person leaving me tense.
Psychological torture, replayed.
In my head it swims, never waylaid.
My heart a hole, no longer sure,
Purity there, but subdued; obscure.
I sit and wonder what did I do?
Enough to be shot and shot anew.
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