If heartbreak can be virtualized,
You can see blood gushing out my chest, and my heart being ripped out by you-with it's tissues torn apart, veins twisted & pulled.
If only heartbreak could be virtualized,
You would see my heart in your fist, squeezed into your palm.
Enough to make it invisible, now I'm heartless.
Heartless to myself.
I care a little less about me, with passing days I'm losing myself, I am lost.
Where will I even find me?
when I don't have an intention to be found.
I wasn't this, I don't wanna be this.
"Let me heal, help me heal.", cries my soul.
What do I tell her? How do I tell her?
That she's already dead.
— saji.