I Hurt

As I pick my broken heart from the dirt
I hurt.
Bright red blood flows from my finger tip to the dirt
Rip and torn apart
Is my shattered broken heart

Stitch by stitch I bind the flesh.
And I clench my teeth as I exhale breath by breath.
Ripped and torn asunder.
A beat echoing like thunder.
I hurt.

Tear drenched eyes burnt red
are bled
Attempting to release the hurt
But only moistens the dirt.

The clenched fist
That ruptures the tendons in my wrist.
Each moment without you I hurt.
I hurt.