Some Men's Love Is Like Glass and Is a Pain In My A...

God help me... My love for you Is like glass Embedded in my body I keep picking at the wound With my unskilled knowledge I push the glass of my love Deeper inside of me... The more I pick and probe The deeper it goes And it is clear glass When the blood of my pain Is open and oozing My heart can't see why it should No longer love you... So you hide invisible Amongst my flesh and blood I give up in pain And frustration Fu.. it! Let my body work him Back out of my heart The body eventually Rejects what hurts it It festers and is Released out of the skin After it rots and gets infected for awhile May your love Rot out of my Cut, swollen, infected heart Oh doctor wouldst thou help me! How can I pick this Evil out of my heart?