Heart

 

When my heart

is smashed in a thousand pieces,

I stand up to face my fears,

but my mind sinks back in.

I feel like I’m suffocating

in the middle of the street,

and no one can see me dying.

Teach me how to breathe.

It seems like I’ve been shut out,

shut out from the rest of the world.

The silence stinks,

and the brooding hurts.

Everything is on the standstill,

although my heart remembers to sound,

to remind me of my endless commitments;

to living, at least, to existing.

I speak to those dear to my heart,

but they listen without their ears,

decorating their care-less faces

with provocations, as smiles.

I think of giving up, losing hope,

but there is nothing left to lose.

Both heart and hope,

Have been smashed in a thousand pieces.