No matter how many times I rise,
I'll always get pushed back down,
I try to not give up,
Unless I'm pushed just one time too much,
My heart's been ripped out of my chest,
And you're standing there with it in your hand,
Hard enough for it to hurt,
But gentle enough to not break it,
Tears fall down my face,
Blood gags my throat,
It's like a slow death I relive everyday,
If things get worst,
My soul will be no more,
It'll turn to dust as you blow me away.
