Tired Heart

The broken glass cuts me as it falls to the floor... Perhaps a slight pain in my chest; maybe more... My arm goes numb; is that OK? Just leave me alone here where I lay... It's so hard to breathe in this thick air... Please help me up to sit in the chair... Don't call 911 or make a fuss... A hospital seems so superfluous... It's probably nothing; I'll be alright... Just go away! Sorry to be impolite... I'll go see a doctor if my pain gets worse... At the very least, I'll go see the nurse... Where are you going? Can't you see my distress? I have people to see and sins to confess... My heart is giving; can't you see? Promise to bury me under the old oak tree...