Festering heart

I feel like there's a hole ripped into my chest.

An aching, festering mess of a wound

Has torn itself where my heart once rested

The infection spreading to my mind like disease

The wound getting worse day by day

And even though it will always be what I say

I feel like I'll never be fine

I can't even bring myself to dine

And the bones are starting to show

And the bloods starting to flow

The sound of thunder hides my cries

I'm so tired of all the lies

I'll be the one who dies

And lies in the dirt covered in flies