Sewn

There was a wound in my heart

Sewed up so it won't fall apart

Now the scar stares at me

But it doesn't mean much, you see

I will nail the scab till it hurts

Tear the skin, till blood spurts

Pick the pieces from my nails

Because pain never fails

There is only so much pain

That you can officially take

After that its peaceful state

Either you wake or break

So, have I woken or I've broken

I do not know till now

There is only a path to walk

Which will answer me somehow

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Ah ha, good old angst and bloody imagery.