My heart is a hand

That tightens
Into a fist
It is a shrinking thing,
like a raisin,
like a too-tight tee,
like finger that curl but have no other hand
To hold them
So they just end up
bitting into themselves

HOW
        no seriously how...
Yes I really want to know,
            
            Because you say that you understand what I going though and that I will get out of this
But how the hell can i,
cause when I try to move
I can’t stand in public without having a
breakdown
I can’t talk without screaming
I can’t do anything right
Am damage
Am alone
And you say that there a way to be happy
So I ask you a simple question
“How do you find happiness”

In go the rabbit out came the rabbits back again the rabbits hole goes

Words and some more words,

Words have always played a trick on my mind.
How a string of words are carefully chosen and often magically bind together to just from a connection with the readers
          A sentence can cause not only a ripple but a tide of change.
                One can do everything from altering a person perspective.
           There are a million Stars as well as words in this universe
                                I want my words to
                                 fascinate
                                  Others.
    I want to make people investigate them for days on ends...