Beat

Beat dear heart, 

Beat, beat, beat again

Heavy on the "beat" like a doctor using a defibrillator on her patient.

Desperately hoping, praying to restore the patient's heart beat.

Dang it!! All i hear is a cardiac flat line...

The doctors said its depression steming from the need to feel loved, and the lack thereof from childhood.

The therapist says its roots are deeper than that.

All this heart wants is to feel loved by those who bear meaning to it. 

Sadly, noone is willing to go through every step of its pain showering love and reviving her back.

No wonder her words are too loud and her sentences too long.

Maybe poets are born from pain.

Sadly, she's no poet, someone made her believe that her writings are awful,

Something to be ashamed of.

Heavy on the "shame" because that's where she always hides

Beat, beat, beat again.

Beat oh dear heart,

Just a little longer till you find your resting place.

So you can finally retire silently

Heavy on the "silent" so you don't disturb anyone's peace.