Paper Hearts

gold

I want to cut,
but no part of my body belongs to me.
I want to bleed,
but there isn't a single place they can't see.
I want to dive,
but my feet are steady on the ground.
I want to cry,
but I'm not allowed to make a sound.
I want to burn,
but my thoughts are made of smoke.
I want to fall,
but the ground is getting soaked.

Nothing is stopping me,
but everything is in my way.
Small lakes of shattered tears
are dipping my world into grey.
And the only thing
that could save my heart and soul,
is to be loved
as if my ashes were precious gold.