If heartbreak can be virtualised,
You can see blood gushing out my chest, & my heart being ripped out by you. with its tissues torn apart, veins twisted & pulled.
If only heartbreak can be virtualised,
You would see my heart in your fist, squeezed into your palm.
Enough to make it invisible. now I'm heartless. heartless to myself.
1 care a little less about me, With passing days l'm getting lost.
Where will I even find me?
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..
—S