This Beating Heart

A beating heart inside my chest,
Breaks a little each day,
For it is always beaten down,
By simple words you say,
And when I don't know what to do,
I tend to just walk away,
For I will not let you see the tears upon my face,
So in my bed I often lay,
Just to cry into my pillow,
And now my heart so blue and grey,
Has broken into pieces,
For I no longer wish to stay upon this earth in pain.

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