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