A Dead Body, And A Broken Heart

One night is gone, another one has past,
I wonder how long this torture will last,
The stranger cuts me, he hurts me inside
Seeing me bleed, because of he who cannot thrive
The body says to the heart, why do you hurt me?
Splitting my skin in two, why cant you just let me be
The heart is sorry, all he knows is pain
He cuts to let the sorrow out, he cuts just to stay sane
The heart cries, the body drips
The blood runs down my fingertips
Sobbing and weeping, day and night
Cutting away to feel alright
The heart is dead wile the body rots
thinking about all the time its lost
He is dead and forgotten, but he still moves on
Hes living life even though hes gone
This world doesn't need a depressed broken heart
That destroys its beholder, cutting it apart
Scars that forever bleed, cuts that will never heal
Pain that is not forgotten, a fate that will never seal.

--- In case you were confused... this poem is about an innocent body talking to its depressed, emo heart. plz. comment. thanks. ---

Ricky