Overthinking, Underfeeling
how curious it must be
to feel your own heart beating
warm and pulsing
as you know without a doubt
you're still alive
i wonder what it feels like
the pain in my head is not the same
though it does let me know
i still exist
i am hollow and cold
my thoughts echo around my body
bouncing from where my lungs should be
as if it doesn't matter at all
that I have torn my heart open with my own hands
and found nothing inside
it hurts
i hurt
my head is begging me for relief
i cannot let it
arms, legs, lungs
all useless
how else will i know that i'm alive?
This poem is about:
Me