Insult Of My Heart Poem by Sharjeel Shahid

Im learning.
as my heart is on flames,
my blood is burning,
as i try to stand on my own,
my stomach is churning,
as i standup and look around,
everywhere i see against me that my plans are turning,

im becoming a curmedgoen,
the thirst for blood is what im earning,

i needed a surgeon,
to stitch back the flesh of my heart,
but its melted,
i fell off a moving cart,
but now im doughty,
ill reach my destination with or without the cart,
all ill be needing is a map, a chart,

as i walk into the mart of crowd,
i pull out a dart from my wounded heart,
people run to get help for me,

in the while i rip my shirt apart,
put a hand on my chest,
as they try to rescue my, i scream stop, i protest,
just once let the smoke escape,
its all for the best,

they remove my hand and see no blood,
i just needed to rest,
still try to be nice and drag me to the lab,
the doctor instructs im ok,
i just needed a rehab,

you f**k me so bad,
regretted the love for you i had,
showed me disregard and discontentment,
you make me burst, make me puke

now i feel so insulted,
i could swallow my own vomit,
im so disgusted,
you wont make me feel like im a street rat,
neither make me feel like a duke,

please stop it,
i surrender,
im busted!

If i hadn't met you this wouldn't had been the matter,
neither you had been the one i fell for,
nor i would have been your best friend,
it would have been better,

now theres no point,
no where the things are goin,
im still rowin,
but this boat wont go away from you,
it keeps slowin,
i ripped my chest and showed you my bruised past life,
still you made me disapoint,
its annoyin,
but no more to anyone my deeper side i would be showin