I think I need a therapist
The scars on my arms are itchy
No they are burning so much it hurts
My heart is wounded it’s bleeding
My heart is becoming weaker and weaker by the day
It’s not as strong as it used to be
My heart has been through a lot
It has been stepped on, it has been kicked like a ball
It has been ribbed out of my chest and thrown into the fire
My heart has been lied to, it has been betrayed
Some have played my heart like a piano
I think it’s time for me to accept that it’s over for me
My heart has never tasted love
It only knows the taste of sadness
There is no whole piece in my heart anymore
I’m standing here with the broken pieces of my heart in my hand
It has been broken into a 1000 small pieces like broken glass