What Should I Call This One 2

My heart, it still beats but as still as i lie here i feel more and more broken. I want the magic potion, or old time sorcery to cure the pain but kill the hurt deep inside of me. My breathing is not shallow my pulse is not yet weak, but i know that i am dying with each and every beat. They say i will be just fine, and nothings left to do I guess i will just get back up and keep on fighting through. The day has ended but yet i stay remembering every single day, i cured the hurt and killed the pain now theres nothing left to say.