When I was a child
I keep my heart in a glass bottle
every beat visible as I carried it in my arms

I put it beside me when I went on the swings
I had it in my lap as I looked at the stars
until one day a boy came and stole it away

I was afraid he would break it
my fears came true
the glass was shattered
now my heart bled in my hands

I kept hugging it
saying it would be alright
but my pore heart was never the same

So I swallowed it
so that nobody could see
the story that the scars told
about me