Is my heart a vegetable?
Am I just a body?
You slice me like I have no feelings
Just another slice to add to the pile
At first you were gentle
All it took was one cut too deep
That sent you spiraling and cutting with ease
Am I just a body?
A body your afraid you can't keep
So you make sure it's not worth another's time
Am I just a bag of bones?
Only meant to be treated this way to and fro
Are these bruises supposed to keep everyone away?
Do you want the knife to make me feel the pain?
The pain you feel when I turn away.
Is my heart a vegetable?
Each slice thrown in the garbage bin
Or saved to put back and repeat again
One you can slice thick or thin
Slice then dice and repeat again
