Oh my heart, please stop getting hurt,
It's exhausting being constantly alert,
I tell my friends that my heart is about to spurt,
But all their replies are always awfully curt,
Can't they see that I'm in pain?
Only hope is keeping me sane,
Soon I'll end up like Cain,
And the pain will be too strong for me to detain,
I tell myself that I don't need you,
But we both know that's not true,
You're stuck to my heart like a piece of glue,
Even though you moved on with someone new,
My friends no longer tell me things,
They shut me out and cut off my wings,
They never realize how much pain that brings,
But my lungs burn like a thousand bee stings,
Amy x
