What a glorious feeling it is
to be dead inside.
Rotting like a corpse
on the inside.
When anything falls out, people
quickly hand it back, saying
PUT THAT AWAY.
Dismiss it as nothing important.
I have been handed back my liver.
Lungs.
Kidneys.
Brain.
Stomach.
Heart.
I have been handed back my heart
And told to shut it up
Many times.
Because it does not matter
to the other dust specks.
My heart does not matter.
I am dead on the inside.
Remember?