Broken Hearts Kill </3

They rolled me in on a stretcher
down my chest I bled
they put me on the table
and the sheets began turning red

Doctors and surgeons came rushing in
sticking me with needles, hooking me to machines
all of them talking in urgent tones
my god it was a horrible scene

under my skin
my heart struggled to beat
out of the jagged cracks
the air would seep

they took hours and hours
working to keep me alive
I tried my hardest to remain conscience
but i couldn't even open my eyes

I felt myself slipping away
the doctors tried to bring me back
but i think this time you pushed me too far
no one could mend this crack

The doctors had to give the news
"we tried hard to stitch it back...but it just kept falling apart
I hate to be the one to say...theres nothing we could have done
I'm sorry....but she died of a broken heart"