The thing inside me that supposedly keeps me alive is mocking me. It pains me to breathe. It pains me to speak. It pains me to do anything. Is it my heart that's the voice? Or my soul? I keep imagining it'll stop. Stop just in a snap of fingers. Then I think to myself, No! I'm not going to let it control me. I, myself, has to talk control of it. I am the controller! Soul beats heart. Soul is stronger than heart. Soul will not allow heart to control it. But it doesn't work completely. It mocks me with pain. Unbearable that I just have to take something.
It loves for me to cry. It loves for me to hurt. It loves to effect me. It loves to pain me. Often, I can hear my own heart beat. I don't know the language. Translate please? I yearn to know what my heart's trying to tell me. Will it ever learn my language? Can I teach it? Does it know my language and just trying to torment me by only speaking in its language?
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