You broke my heart
Yeah, you broke it
But I can't stop poking it
Like some hurt thing
On the side of the road
With a stick
To pick the scabs off
Anywhere that might be healing,
Pouring salt into the wounds
Just to feel the feeling.
Ripping open forming scars
Just to see what's
Really in there.
Dusting ashes on my head
Tear my clothes,
Cut my hair.
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