A bitterblossom that's not growing at all
So depressed and lonely that life seems dull
So broken that the stomach is turning 
Frustration that could bring anyone to a heart attack
What a stanza to fall into

All it would need is a butterfly stitch to bring it together
There is no doctor that can fix heartbreak
Only a cold silent night 
Nothing truly incredible about it
A lighter to melt the skin back together
The agony goes on but it's alright 

It's swell in the mind burning away
13 lines in without a doubt more of them to come
What a pessimistic plague it's become
It's agonizing to the ears
Everyone has to go through it