It feels as though there are stones sewn into my heart.
They are not jagged, rather smooth and worn.
There is no pain, no stabbing feelings.
Instead, a weight.
An unbearable load, burden, pressure.
It causes my heart to stretch.
It stretches down, further and further, until,
It starts to tear.
But still, there is no pain.
Nothing is causing me to cry out.
The tearing almost soothes a part of my soul.
It interrupts the numbness just enough to remind me.
I am alive.
Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 12:31 PM UTC
It feels as though there are stones sewn into my heart.
They are not jagged, rather smooth and worn.
There is no pain, no stabbing feelings.
Instead, a weight.
An unbearable load, burden, pressure.
It causes my heart to stretch.
It stretches down, further and further, until,
It starts to tear.
But still, there is no pain.
Nothing is causing me to cry out.
The tearing almost soothes a part of my soul.
It interrupts the numbness just enough to remind me.
I am alive.