Paperweight

i bleed through every single day

with this burden labeled heart

worn thin by disappointment

hanging by a thread

a magnet for incisions

it has made me weak

an accomplice to malfunction

filled to the brim with lead

it serves no purpose

i have no need for this heart

for it receives no love at all

so impractical in it's nature

just a charming paperweight

defined only by shape not worth

i curse this heart

i wish it death

one stitch could save me

this heart just needs a spark

but it will not come soon enough

and i will once again be lost beneath the black

i curse this heart

i wish it death