These Hands

The heart is a weapon when used incorrectly. My soul has been bruised by my own hands. I've beat it and starved it Made it feel like as though it was worthless for allowing me to hurt so long. I fought it like a man that was trying to hurt me, not realizing it was the best one for me. It desired the best for me and every time it spoke, I shut it down. What it said was worthless because it wasn't what I wanted to hear.