My Dead Heart

Grip the knife in my hand
And cut open my chest
He can't understand
He starts to protest
I yank it out and blood spills
It continues beating
I feel the cold chills
He starts retreating
I beg of him to take it
It belongs to him
But he can't accept it
The scenery turns grim
I feel the hurt within
I clutch it in my hands
Blood covering my skin
The ground is where it lands
I don't care for it anymore
No one ever did
What was it there for?
I'm glad to be rid

...Of my dead heart...