cardiac abuse.

Why, do you have to keep beating
With all the secrets,
All those names, engraved
Surely there’s no space left
Am I worth it?
This effort, thud after thud after
Pumping all this blood
Do you have nothing left to say?

Just stop, goddamn it!
I shouldn’t have to put you
Through this every day
You’re better off dead, cold
Slammed on a table, or
Moving within another’s
Empty chest, a craving cavity

I take you for granted,
And I’m sorry, leave me be
Then I’d realise, I’m wasted
I can do nothing, be nothing
I’m not worth the beat.