katiebell24601

We hold ourselves within us. Trapped; pushed back behind the ribcage, and with our ear pressed up against our own heart we are forced to listen. But beyond the cracks in the bone and past the taught flesh wall, the world is deaf. We hold ourselves within us, shoved back behind the breasts and in between the lungs. Too scared to show our true selves, therefore we lock it away. But when we breathe and choke for air, we are also climbing to get out. "Just take a deep breath." No. I can't. We can't. We hold ourselves within us, and grasp so hard that we scream into our own veins. We scratch against our wrists and thighs, trying to find

Alas, that dreaded first heartbreak. Creating a hole in your heart for a hook to slip in, connected to an anchor to pull on your heart. A canon shot in a ship causing it to sink, just like your stomach. So young too, to see the wears and tears of a broken heart. k.b

they believed hopefully, but the horrible truth that his friends looked at found only plague. he shook his head. "you can't really stop me. you can't lock up my head." k.b