my heart vs me
my heart vs me1 min 122 1 min 122
At this point I’m sending letters to god.
Why, why do some things hurt so much more than they should?
My heart, my burden
My never-ending black hole that just takes and takes and takes and
melts me in the ground.
Sometimes I wish I could leave it in front of the church doors.
I know, I pick up all the pieces and let them break my skin.
With my bleeding hands, I hug my heart.
It’s okay, it’s okay
This emptiness will surely pass
One day, one day