The Heart Chronicles

➳ Self-destruct

A week ago I would've told you it was as if I was drowning incessantly

But now, the words wouldn't be able to flow out of my mouth

Because I am chocking, suffocating

I am being buried half alive six feet under

With no escape

It is as if my own hands are grasping my neck,

Tightening, daring me to squeeze a bit too much

Although my fingers never have the courage to

If you ask me now I would say it is as if

someone flung me to outer space

And forgot to give me the oxygen tank,

Because they deemed me unworthy of such a thing

Except the oxygen tank owner is me

And space is this earth I live on

If you ask me now I would say

I am being forced to drain my own blood

But I won't

Because no one ever does ask

No ever thinks of such things

No one questions the stutters and the quivers

Or maybe they do, but they rather ignore it all

If you ask me now,

I would tell you,

I am a locked box

With no key to open