Glass Heart

I only see the pain,
I have brought upon myself.
I am a glass vase,
bleeding on your shelf.

With my heart made of glass,
and it falling to the floor,
I'm dangerous,
so please,lock your door.

They broke my heart.
Split it in two.
To cut myself up,
was the only way through.

They can not help,
if you mess up this bad.
To be hospitalized,
was the only chance I had.

So,I'm hospitalized.
They are waiting for a pulse.
My heart has stopped.
Broke like china dolls'.

There is no medication.
They will never find a cure.
My heart is broken.
I am so obscure.

They've strapped me down.
They are injecting me.
With poisoned hearts.
I'm falling to my knees.

The beeping stops,
as they tell the time.
I slip into my death,
at nine twenty-nine.

They could not cure me.
I was too far gone.
It's all my fault.
I won't see another dawn.