Its heavy
Not physically
Emotionally
So emotionally that it feels physical
It ties you down
It leaves you feeljng hollow
Nothing to save
Just a space inside you
That isn't useful for anything
Its just there
The tears rip from your eyes
Draining your cheeks
The blade makes you feel something
The blood makes you know
That you are in fact
A breathing human being
You are in fact
Useful
So you hear
But that mind
Tucked in your skull
Tells a different story
Ugly
The word itself
It tells you deeper
It tells you do it long way
It tells you to stop dreaming
And you can't fight it
It just drains whatever you have left of yourself
And you can't do anything about it but oblige
