A Wounded heart

a girl constantly being hurt

My heart does not heal
That is a fools prayer
There has never been enough time for my wounds
Each cut upon my heart is soon followed by another

I do not hope for the things I know are unattainable
I do not expect that the hurt of my heart will leave
I know that there is not enough time for me
There has never been enough of anything for me

The feelings that I feel will never be truly felt
The air that I fill my lungs with never feel deep enough
There is not a clock with enough hours
For the time my heart would need

The wounds of my heart
Are forever fresh
One cut after another
A bleeding pattern that I cannot control

I require stitches
I need to be sewn together
I cannot hold myself together
So the wounds of my heart hold the weight of others burdens

I do not hope
I sleep
I slash
I hold

I cannot fix the wounds of my heart
There are far too many
But I can cope
And heal the wounds of my loved