My Heart

Hand on my chest 

Am I supposed to feel a pulse 

Am I supposed to feel something 

I'm scared 

I don't think 

My Heart 

Is in there 

I've been robbed 

Deep planned 

Strongly in love I felt

There was a lot of blood 

There was a lot of tears

While she ripped 

My Heart 

Out of my chest 

I'm not getting enough oxygen to my brain 

I think I'm going insane 

Writing down words 

Trying to explain the pain 

Without a trace 

She left me right there 

In a puddle 

Mix with tears and blood 

To die 

But

Why

No

The question is what did she need 

My Heart 

For