Titles are Overrated

Part 184

It's not enough -

it never will be.

All the blood in your veins,

spilt out.

All the words you wrote,

torn up.

You keep your mouth closed,

you wish you could open up.

The ice around your heart 

only gets colder.

You look up at the sun

and wonder what it feels like

to burn,

to breathe out the fiery fears

of what you'll never reach. 

You wonder why your body aches,

and yet you break

all of your bones

trying to be someone

you're not.

Your heart hurts,

doesn't it?

It's trapped in your ribs,

being pierced

by your own regrets. 

enough to make you turn in your grave