Paperweight

i bleed through every single day. with this burden labeled heart. worn thin by disappointment.
hanging by a thread. a magnet for incisions. it has made me weak. an accomplice to malfunction.
filled with lead. it serves no purpose. i have no need for this heart.

for it receives no love. so impractical in it's nature. i curse this heart. i wish it death. one stitch could save me. this heart just needs a spark.
but it will not come soon enough. and i will once again be lost beneath the black