Chapter 1 - Untitled

Broken and Bleeding

B.M. Haacke



I'm broken and bleeding.

You tore out my insides.

I'm burning so crisply,

And yet the burns still hide.

I don't understand,

How you could do this to me.

And I don't understand,

How you cannot see

That you're breaking my soul,

And you're breaking my heart.

What is it with you?

Are you just not love smart?

Because I sit, broken and bleeding.

You tore out my insides.

And I burn ever so crisply,

And still my burns will hide.

It is my weakness,

And you take advantage of it.

Now that you've done so,

My hate, you have lit.

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