The word weighs down on me,
my heart can't handle the pressure,
cracks begin to appear,
in its porcelain exterior.
as it finally gives, and shatters,
the pieces fly across the room.
blackbirds steal them,
and descend into the heavens.
It can't be fixed now.
and my chest is empty,
blood no longer runs through
my cold veins.
I am the walking dead,
not one steady heartbeat in my body,
but I'll put a smile on my face,
and fool those around me.
I'll even trick myself into believing.
but one day, it will all come back.
and I'll realize
that I was never truly happy.
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