The thoughts in the back of your mind.

Agony within the 3,682 Meters of The Ocean

"You have fallen in a hole of hell. You have have fallen into a game. Worst yet you have fallen into life." ~ Me..

Feeling pain in you're heart causing agony. It causes certain things to sting. My heart can hurt and hurt but no one will ever know that. I wanna keep it to myself. I'd rather keep it bottled up inside then release it and look like a fool. Allowing myself to get made fun of and made to look a little smaller then i really am. It allows people to see the small part in me and make it smaller admiring my vulnerability. They'll see it as a thing to touch and play with. You're heart can burn in fire and be dropped into the bottom of the ocean left to sink even though it's still on fire no matter how cold the water is or no matter how much extinguish you use or salt nor water will help. The heart will forever feel like it was being stepped on for years and it finally decided to self destruct. It decided to burn and maybe someone would pay attention.

Hopefully someone would come help the heart who has now caught on fire rather than helping that cold icy heart who didn't need anything. Perhaps someone would decide to take it and cool it off and care for it rather than abandoning it over and over and over again. Praying that someone will drop the burning heart into the coldest ocean.

Only to realize that nothing will work now. No years nor rags not time will help the heart recover from neglective caregivers. The heart will fall to the bottom of the ocean 3,682 meters down below and burn. Left to burn left to rot into its coal pieces and never picked up and looked at again. It's agony will burn along with it. It will no longer suffer from it's agony that's taken it's life away. The pain is gone and so is the ripping sound of it's heart piercing and ripping it's sound profound and great overcoming the waves of the ocean that are 3,682 meters down. It's cold down there.

No one can hear the slits and the cuts of the blood gushing out of the broken heart anymore. No one has to care for the bleeding venous heart. It's gone now. It's been left to sink and rot for good.

It's coal and now it's cold.