Why is my heart hurting so much?
Is it because it's torn or because I have secured it with thorns. Goddamit why am I feeling like this. Everytime I clutch my heart the thorns leave scars
The thorns they dig deeper and deeper. Believe me they arent a doorkeeper but a torturing stigma to shield me. Makes me think of the Jesus and his symbolic significant thorn crown which signifies the sins that are placed on his head. Did I commit such a great sin like Jesus people to deserve to be choked up and locked up with no remorse.
With every flattering moment the thorns tightens around my heart I feel suffocated. In the end my heart will explode by all means and will end up in torn pieces but one thing is for sure and it's that the drawn arts made on my poor heart will be visible and it will goddamn portray and expose every bit of hurt I have felt. This is my cry how louder must it get. I put my thoughts into words that speaks louder than actions which is full of dramatic scenamtic acting bitch I'm done and I'm off to sleep.
