I gave my heart a microphone
and now it cannot stop yelling
it forms a mouth and the words that leave burn my insides
I reach to protect my ears
for the screams my heart creates will forever stain my hearing

my heart demands a stage with the brightest of spotlights
it yells for a pristine red carpet to be laid along its way
thread in a needle and it all takes its shape
I put myself to work

I beg for a quiet moment but now it wants a mute audience
my heart is a puppeteer and it’s got me on strings
hands are tied and I fear that the duct tape is next
it keeps on yelling and I know to shut my mouth

I’ve put a pen in my hand
my heart gave me paper
now it wants me to write out every word it says
write about how my chest is bleeding and my throat is locked
write about the lack of meaning and hope inside this heart
tell whoever reads these words that the writer is flawed

now I’m yelling louder than ever
for everything ******* hurts
my heart is me and it’s hanging on for dear life
it’s torn around the edges and I don’t think it looks right
everything’s wrong and I don’t know how to fix it
my heart is yelling
please listen