It Cries and It Knows.

This was written for a prompt, but word limits kill me.

Here’s the prompt: How’s your heart?

Tell me how you and your heart are feeling. Is it broken? Racing? Healing? Absolutely dead and you’re a vampire? (Or at least you feel that way.) Anyway, convey a bit of emotion and please tag me in the comments. Thank you

My heart is crying.

It cries,

Because time passes.

It knows,

There is limited time left.

It cries,

Because it is broken.

It knows,

It is empty.

My heart longs,

For a safe place to rest.

A place where,

It no longer has to fear,

Being battered,

And beaten,

By emotion,

It doesn’t deserve.

My heart is frantic.

It knows it is being torn apart.

It builds a wall,

Trying to build it faster,

Than it can be knocked down,

By the wrecking ball,

Of situations in my life.

It cries,

Because its host is unable to.

It knows,

It cannot withstand much more.

It cries,

Because it has found its own joy.

It knows,

How to turn off the emotions,

Sometimes.

My heart is screaming.

Cold seeps into the cracks,

Freezing in them.

Widening them.

It cries,

Because it did not shatter itself.

It knows,

It cannot fix the damage.

My heart is feeling lost.

Should it destroy itself,

To save its host,

From pain?

Or should it give everything,

Just to hold itself together,

Hoping someone else,

Can glue it back together,

And cause more pain for its host,

Until that hypothetical person,

Has been found?

It cries,

Because it has made a decision.

It knows,

It has to destroy itself.

My heart wants to save me.

It tears itself apart.

I am nearly heartless.

My heart has decided,

Heartlessness,

Is the only way,

To stop my pain.

It cries.

It knows.

It understands.

And it gives itself up,

Because of these things.