Disection Poem by Perfectly Flawed

Cutting along the lines
I'm dissecting my own heart
scalpel tight in my grip
slipping sliding
as muscles tear apart
I'm doing this for you and
I'm doing this to rid the pain
So you wont be the ones that see me
when i drive myself insane
I don't want your pity
I don't want your care
My emotions stripped and disposed
my conscious bland and bare
This heart was once my pride
It was my reason to breathe
but its been raped and used
and neglected with
bitterness and hate i seethe
love is only a feeling
it is nothing real
it becomes immune to the pain
so pain is all you feel
words are just lies when
they mean nothing
and lies are words in disguise
you must acknowledge the pain
you must open your eyes