My chest pains finally
got the best of me,
me lying on the floor,
not gasping for air,
I did not want
to live anymore.
I was ready for the end,
can't keep living this way,
ready to face the man
on my judgment day.
But I just wouldn't die,
don't know why,
and a Samaritan saw
the tear in my eye,
as I grasp surrenderingly
at my chest.
His deed was done,
calling 911,
it was hospital
bound for me.
The doctor listened
and could instantly tell
my heart was broken
and beating in hell,
with pain it did,
runneth over.
He said there was
only one thing
that we could do
with my broken heart
heart broken in two,
a bypass,
a painful pain bypass.
And he said with this bypass
to bypass my pain,
I'd never feel love
again,
again,
so I told him without
hesitation or refrain,
this operation was not for me.
If I can never feel love,
then why should I live,
my heart has so much love
to give to give,
till my last dying day,
and I wouldn't have it
any other way,
if I could just find that one
who would, could see,
and in return endlessly love me,
so I'll just have to be victim
of this pain, unless by miracle
it is taken away, even if death
is the way to bring it to end,
while lying here, dying here,
none seeing the value in me.
