Bleeding the Pain

My hearts been broken so many times I’ve stopped keeping track. You might not understand what I’ve been feeling lately. I need you to restich my heart into one, so can stop bleeding the pain. My heart is aching with the sorrow of lust. As we await the incision of blades on flesh, running down, the dark blood slides creating more puddles as well as tears. Feeling weak crashing on the floor shaking among the fear, amidst the danger. You crawl with blood dripping everywhere trying to stand, you fall, falling once more, eyes shut without help. Light fades as darkness grows. Hope obliges never.