A heart rate of 52

please
let me go
don't let it torture me so
I could be a happy child
Next to my father
above
just let your angle
go home
with a heart rate of 52
i was on my way
i feel
i felt
fine
just fine
if i had slept
quietly
and never woken
what would they think
Finding me there?
a little girl
made of cold stone
my guess
is realize
that they could never make me happy
but i guess
We'll never know
till next time....