Survivor (of my own heart)

Thought to have it all

Looking down at my empty hands

Seeing the water in my veins start to freeze

Turning my shaking body into shades of blue

 

And where once have been tears

Are fine lines of hot anger

Telling a silent tale of hopeless love

 

Trying to compose myself

Slowly breathing in and out

Holding my head up high

 

I am a survivor of my own heart

 

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