isn't that the case?

I once had a bear holding a heart,

now the heart is used as a needle saver

so they don't get lost.

And it makes me sad to feel that

my heart feels like that one,

sticking needles,

marks,

punctures everywhere that are irreparable

and no matter how hard I try,

they will never leave me.

Of course, you leave,

you disappear into the existence

of other people

and I remain here,

feeling that in the end it seems

I am once again

left alone in the void

with all this affection.

It's nothing new,

but I had sworn to myself that

that last time

I would make my heart one of iron.

But everything seems to feel deeper,

the needles are getting lost

and there are no ways to remove them,

isn't it?

It seems to me that

you might love to take my heart,

leave many cracks in it

and then leave without listening to it,

don't you?