Ripped Stitches

I stitched the names of Loved ones Onto the bleeding surface Of my broken heart To try to stop the steady stream Of hope From flowing out And pain Flowing in But the stitches Did not hold My heart together And I finally found out Why They ripped Through the fragile exterior And left A bloody mess Of torn up flesh And agony In their wake They tore right through Because they wanted to be free Of the restrictive bounds That held them in place In my heart So they ripped it apart And found their freedom And happiness And love While they left me behind With my battered heart Rotting on the floor And I walked through The rest of life With a hole in my chest So no one Could hurt me Ever again