The wounds of our body

The strings of the heart

She stared at the ceiling, laying almost lifeless on her bed, The moonlight glistened through the blinds. her thoughts were like a raging hurricane, and even if she wanted to move she couldn't, the force of her sorrowful heart had her tied down to her bed. Her poor wired throat struggling to breathe from crying too much And she felt a strong pressure as if her brain felt crushed in her skull, Whatever was she crying about? Whatever happened to this poor girls heart that made it fall apart?..  Her remaining heart strings scattered around her body tangling her limbs, most have been cut, dangling from her chest..

..Let me tell you what these strings mean, each string represents a bond, a strong relationship formed by the heart, When a string is cut, so is that bond. You my friend might  have a lot of strings, or not that many, you may have some that are cut and some that are not. Whichever your story is, no matter bad or good, you will always have a place in this world. I am here to explain to you how I visualize the way the body hurts into words, some parts of our body hurt more then others, but this is a journey to understand some struggles people might have. Because I am all but pain, and I have seen everything.

Now, the girl you heard of in the beginning, her name is Brooklyn. 16 years old. Yes, teenage years, one of the hardest part of our journeys. Sadly this poor girls life is slowly slipping out from her fingers tips, she doesn't have many strings to cling onto, and soon she won't have any at all.. I do not dare to imagine what could happen to her next.
It is sad to see such a young heart hurt, but this is one of the many challenges my acquaintance brings to everyone to test how strong one is, but I agree life can be unfair, I do not understand her sometimes. nevertheless back to  what we were talking about, This poor girl Brooklyn, she never had a good family, her parents have many unhealthy addictions and didn't treat her well sometimes. It isn't her fault as she may blame herself, her parents won't accept taking the blame so she feels the need to. So Brooklyn's only escaped is from social media, as she thinks if her parents won't acknowledge her existence then she'll just have to find someone who will.. poor girl, little does she know trying to find someone in her state will shift her life into an immediate dead end...

     Death's Pov:
You already have so many broken strings, people you tried so much not to lose, but in the end you lost them anyway. And now your even starting to lose yourself too,
It hurts me as well to watch you suffer how I once did, standing above you, watching you endlessly crying.. I do this every time and it never gets easier, I wish I could end your pain already.

                             Back to pov:
Her heart grows weaker, the aching feeling of her heart roots being ripped out one by one, the scaring and physiological feeling of her heart bleeding out. she wanted to stop that feeling, she wanted it to go away. No matter what she felt, content or sad, that piercing feeling would never go away. She was desperate to get rid of it no matter what happened, so she went to the kitchen and drew out a blade from the knife holder, her stomach dropped as she held it to her chest, shaking in fear, this would mend her pain once and for all.. And so the blade kissed her heart goodbye and her soul descended into my reach.

Poor Brooklyn, you deserved much better in this world, but life does not tolerate the weak, no matter what you go through, that is why I am here. Once every part of your body gives out, I will take your soul and take you away far from here, to a place where you won't have to suffer anymore, where your soul can Rest In Peace.