My flesh is rippin.

The arteries and ventricles are already seperate from the reast of my body.

The rigid edges of the broken bones of my ribs are tearing my skin.

My left breast is now deformed.

It's leaving me.

It's leaving me because it's sick of being filled with hope and false love.

THen shortly after. having it be raped from it.

It's sick of being the chalk like ooze on the bottom of your shoes that you attempt to wipe off by shuffling your feet on grass and just end up forgeting about...

It's so sick that now everytime it falls for someone,vomit surges through my wound.

Just to remind me not to trust.

It reminds me of how false "love" is.

Sometimes it seems as though if it would just disappear, it would make life so much easier.

I don't want it anymore.

I don't have it anymore.