I am pierced with each toss & turn, the springs stab like knives
When I lay in our once shared bed in formerly conjoined lives
I position myself right everynight, so that the biggest knife
slides in a inch to left of my spine an inserts deep in my heart's
Left chamber, to stop the circulation of frustration & anger
But still retains all the old blood stored on the right
which hopefully contains some of the life I had last night
Before u walked out da door & ran off wit my happiness
Sense of self worth, an any reason for bein' on this earth
Ya left me for the best pieces of me, I fill the holes nightly
Insertin' these knives inside'em, preying they'll ignite thee
Regeneration of the large chunks u removed from my soul
But blood never clots, jus trickles out never wanting to stop
Staining the knives with the pain that u deserve to feel
Cuz only seeing your wombs will help me to heal
But these knives can't pierce bitch, they only sever feelings
But ya neurons seised firing in ya brains emotional center
Winter gets a over coat when your outside in december
Cuz your heartlessness plays the biggest part in this
Attributed to your doctorate degree in the art of bitch
But I guess I was your pajamas wit the feet inclosed
Jus something intentionally made for you to outgrow

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