My Heart Is Ice

my heart is ice under this pale skin,
it takes all my strength for it to beat again,
its heavy and hard,
and it weighs on my soul,
like thick air after death.
it moves slow, and acts old,
why i feel so old in a 20 year old body,
ill meet you down stairs in hells lobby,
i know im not the only one with an ice cold heart,
the bitterness is like the blood that runs down my wrist,
im screwed up as is when i already dont know where to start.
i take cut after cut and shove the blade once into my fist,
my blood forms a shadow of what pain ive carried,
every drop lost,
is one less thing berried.
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2 Responses Jul 24, 2010

You are very welcome.

this is amazing.