Manko Suicide

The heart should be stabbed in time to the heart beat...it slowly and pulls apart everyone that enters itself...sometimes you see the air as it drifts out of the crack in your heart...its a mark of everytime you fall in love with someone and they pull the fuking dirty rug from underneath your already firmly planted feet and you fall on arse, like a fool you slowly hide your shame by crying in your room and shouting to yourself...."why..why did i let my self fall in love with this fool".....you cry not relising that you are actelly falling apart, you dont eat,drink or sleep when you think about him, and when you get him out of your slowly reparing heart...you fall again, you see him with a slut, his arm slung over her shoulder and his face crack with a smile you wish you could one day have the pleasure of giving him one day...or the pleasure of taking it off his face as you pull apart yourself with every beat your broken heart takes...with every blood pumping throught your body, thats another slimy toad that sweeps within your brain, another dead soul that slowly makes you cry...ending in slow and horrible pain that will never end..till you end it..but do you want to end it? or is tha pain a sorta saticfaction?