You take the flavors you want and make yourself satisfied and happy, then throw the scraps away.
Did you want to reach into the goodie bag to get what you wanted, then just be done with it?
That bag was me.
When we first met I was refreshed and loving to all.
By the time you were done with me, I was crumpled and left alone with a bleeding heart.
Blood that still hasn\'t stopped gushing out even \'till this day.
Every now and then my heart makes a blood clot thanks to a friend or caring person who shows me love.
Even with the temporary blood clots, the pain from my sudden loss, still runs through my veins.
It will keep holding me until I can find some kind of release, besides slitting my wrists to let out this poisonous blood.
Yea, I was a goodie bag to you.
Just a treat, but now im not edible because you turned me into a poison instead.
With your lies and deceiving actions, you turned my soft, capable heart, into a suffering organ. Drenched wet with each new pump of blood.
