Inside my heart

I’m alone in this empty room
Full of dirt and corpses
A stifling stench is intoxicating the air
And a silver cancroid butterfly is tossing.
I lye on this floor
In my own tears and blood
Slowly dying as I watch the ceiling fall
But no, it’s only my dead mind playing with me
In this suicidal room
We call our heart.
The windows are gone
A cold dark wall replaced them all.
I’m trying to get up
But I can’t feel my legs
I’m trying to wipe away my tears
But I can’t move my arms
I’m trying to cry
But there are no tears left
I’m trying to scream
But I can’t open my mouth.
Am I dead?
I turn my head..
An electric shock crosses the room..my body
And I can move again.
Blood comes the walls
As the old scars open..
My heart is bleeding
I was hurt
I’m drowning.

8 months later
The scars are still bleeding
The room is constantly crossed by the electric shock.

I can’t be saved now
I’m gone inside
My heart’s closed forever.

Everything happened in a perfect silence
This pain is a secret
This misery is real
This mask I’m hiding behind
Is happy and funny
Outgoing and kind



It’s fake…