Bad Poem Made Good

Pain is a sharp piece of glass in your heart. It is a warm red liquid Flowing down your arm. It is a vampires' Favorite drink. It is their chocolate. I have to be strong. I can't break. I can't cry. I have to be stone. I cannot lose the fight. I will hear later. On my own. But, sometimes I need someone to love me. I am not stone. I am weak. Sometimes I just need to be temporarily Free of the pain. I need to know that I will wake up by Someone I love. It will all be over soon.