Open Casket

View what's left of what you broke,
The hearts and their cohort.
Look into the bloody mess,
And tell me that you don't feel the sort.

The sort of pain you always caused,
The sense of disbelonging.
You claim you never meant it at all,
But what was it you were really longing?

Tears sprinkle as we all walk by,
And then up you come to see.
Did you mean to do this?
Couldn't you have let them be?

You close the casket for the final time,
Reassuring all of our fears.
Our hearts are gone and broken,
And you're only left with our tears.