What Is It Good For

I look at them with despair,
begging them to longer be there.
They seem to laugh and sneer at my plight,
as the cuts raise up along my arm, i am too weak to fight.

I watch the blood spill down my wrist.
Deep red runs over my clenched fist.
I bang my fists against the floor,
this is not the way i wish to live anymore.

I want to have love and someone to hold,
but you got up and left me, your eyes terribly cold.
You told me we're through, you have someone new,
what on earth did you expect me to do?

You knew my problems,
the obstacles i was fighting.
You begged me to share my pain,
your lies have driven me totally insane.

All my life i have been deceived,
by lovers and friends in them i believed.
but now i have learnt my lesson well,
i have finally realized, i made this own living hell.

Don't ever open up your heart,
unless you want it ripped apart.
It doesn't matter how much you beg on your knees,
the truth is eventually everyone leaves.

Now i am left here lying my soul is broke,
i can not breath as on my tears i choke.
i cant help it i no longer wish to live,
I have no more fight in me left to give.

So tell me now i need to know,
what the fxck is a heart good for.

*PLEASE RATE AND COMMENT I APPRECIATE ALL*

KELLY
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