I am cut

A dull knife,
a rusty knife,
my heart was cut open that day,
and left to die.
Still I remain,
with a lingering pain.
And I strive everyday
to not let it poison me.
I pray,
and try to stitch up the wound,
but still it bleeds.
I laugh,
but still it bleeds.
I hug and kiss,
but still it bleeds.
How long?
How long?


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