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Stone Heart
My heart grows cold.
Frozen solid.
It isn't broken.
It's still beating.
It's just grown cold.
Maybe it's dying?
Maybe it's shutting down?
Or maybe it's just grown tired of my failures?
And sick of my useless tears?
And it's finally just abandoning me, like all the rest.
A lifeless mound sitting inside of my chest.
Petrified itself deep inside of my soul.
A lonely heart.
Raw from being walked all over.
From being abused.
It's been through years of torment.
And has never shut down.
But here I am, in the midst of depression.
a l o n e
And yet my heart feels no pain.
It doesn't hurt, so it can't be breaking?
What's happening to me?
Has it grown cold?
Or hard?
Has it gotten thicker skin as it's grown?
Or has my once fragile, hopeful heart simply
just (in the end) turned to stone?
Frozen solid.
It isn't broken.
It's still beating.
It's just grown cold.
Maybe it's dying?
Maybe it's shutting down?
Or maybe it's just grown tired of my failures?
And sick of my useless tears?
And it's finally just abandoning me, like all the rest.
A lifeless mound sitting inside of my chest.
Petrified itself deep inside of my soul.
A lonely heart.
Raw from being walked all over.
From being abused.
It's been through years of torment.
And has never shut down.
But here I am, in the midst of depression.
a l o n e
And yet my heart feels no pain.
It doesn't hurt, so it can't be breaking?
What's happening to me?
Has it grown cold?
Or hard?
Has it gotten thicker skin as it's grown?
Or has my once fragile, hopeful heart simply
just (in the end) turned to stone?
Published 23rd Nov 2014
| Edited 14th Sep 2017
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23rd Nov 2014 11:48pm
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