Grave of Those Hearbeats

I have put a block of cement on the grave of those heartbeats. I have carved sins in my skin; self indused punishment. I have harbored an entire navy of guilt and kept the ships afloat with my tears. I have been drawn in by bait and ripped my lips on the hook. I have chewed on rocks and tied down my tounge. I apologized to myself because you didnt know how to. I have sucked my own venom and hid the scars. I have grown tired of pretending and now the cement is dry.