Something is weighing on my bones
I feel the strain
I hear the cracks
The pressure pulls me down,
Like gravity is holding the strings
I feel my shoulders sag,
My back bow and stoop
And my heart
My heart is torn
Not once, not twice
But 5, 10, a million,
And then some
Wrenched in every possible direction
Pieces scatter through the air
Floating far away from home
Or towards it
She calls them
She calls me
I hear her
I scream
My mind is splitting,
Running through every possible scenario
Overthinking the slightest things
Dreaming for every ‘what if’
My back bends further,
The pressure slowly building
And quickly becoming too much
Silence, silence, silence
My mind pleads
Sobbing
If only, if only, if only
My heart chants
Quavering
If only
If only
If on…
If….
…
- Author: she_was_torture ( Offline)
- Published: September 15th, 2023 21:25
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 3
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