Distraction after Distraction.
They fail to quench my thirst for peace.
Always so lost in my own mind.
My body is full frustration.
I know that holding all this could kill me,
yet,
It simply cannot be helped.
On my knees as I hold my chest tightly ; this is too much to bare.
All the regret ,sadness and self torture.
Too much for this weathering heart.
Let them marvel in anguish.
Let them see the truth.
My skin is wearing thin now my skeleton is on display.
I peel off my skin and as i look down ,I see it.
Blood.
My heart was still in my chest but bleeding out from the many stab wounds.
Still I held it together because even As my heart Bleeds, the world keeps moving.
-F.A
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