I’ve had two parts of my heart
Warring since I arrived,
The bigger part beat in hope
The lesser felt the bitter strive,
But there’s been one too many blows.
Some part of me once asserted
Life could still weave
Wonderful surprises
But I no longer believe
My life will hold any of those.
Necrosis spreads quickly
Leaving hope unsung
The black scarring threatens
A jaded, mocking tongue.
No one will care. No one will see
When I cease to believe.
And the only one anyone could ever blame
Is me.
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