How Do You Make a Sick Heart Well?

Broken last night, I woke up Precious problem, picking up every part. I want to fix it. This I've tried to mend by shooting it into my vein, getting in and going, by another lover, carving the love into my skin, by sleeping away the black out. Useless things are poison to the temple. It’s either one cigarette after another, or lots of chocolate, the sad tale goes on and on. But the fragile heart is broken. What do I do? They tell me to, Rely on Thee It's hard for me I can't see, Although I know and have been very close before. I was expelled from Hell, thank God. Entered into the sunlight. While the whole world Is in agony. I'm feeling happy, my heart feels healed, but this is a deception.... it is still broken. Just like a peculiar disease, there's no cure. Fill it, and deal with all its cuts and bruises... but then all you have are scars. . My medicine for the bleeding within... Is to await love to call me, and say that everything is ok. Not to despise my needs... Inside, there is a little girl screaming. And some times...there's an old lady whispering that she is utterly tired, and can't bare it anymore. Do you shut the door on your heart? I can't seem to do it. It's too powerful and pure, this instrument that passionately pounds within me. All its pain... I have no control. Creatures Do you have a broken heart? Do you have a heart at all?