It Can't Be Healed

I tried
I mean, I really did
duct tape, stitches
bandaids and wishes
glue and cauterization
but in the end this thing-
this thing I call a heart
just falls apart all over again

Bullshit
that's all it's given me
whispering hopeful nothings
jumping at the slightest shadow
and now I know there's something
that I must do

if it won't heal
if it can't rationalize
and if it can't realize
that certain things
aren't meant to be
then it has no use to me

My heart
I hate it
despise it with all my being
and finally seeing
how love and emotions are decieving
I will gladly tear this thing-
this thing I call a heart
out of my chest
burn it to ashes
and watch it dissolve
with the dirt