Metal touching tan
Parting it like your finger through a pool of water
Numbness creeping after stinging
Such a relief
I never knew your heart could actually break
I think mine lies dead inside my chest.
A lump of unbeating flesh
Begging for attention.
I’ve forgotten how to listen for it
Doing what I should is such a bother
Why would I when I can ignore everything
Apathy is so much easier
I think it’s bringing me down
Maybe it’s too late to climb back up
I reach up my arms but I can feel nothing
No one grabs my hand
There is no one pulling me out
Maybe they are all lost too.
So does this mean I’m not the only one who wants to just reach up and scream?
Dig through this weight holding me down?
Each time I try it gets heavier
Soon I will be crushed underneath it, mercilessly.
I cannot fight much longer.