I used to think I never had a heart,
until you brook mine.
Now I know that beneath my ribcage
there is more than just empty space.
Maybe this is a sad reminder that I am capable of so much more.
Even heartbreak.
The saddest thing I ever heard was
“When a tree falls in an abandoned forest forest, it makes a loud noise
but there is no one there to hear it.”
The tree will fall to it’s demise,
but who will hear the silent cries?
Maybe I am an empty forest
or maybe I am a tree.
Or maybe I’m just empty...
No one can hear me as I fall.
When the darkness was closing in,
they told me to find the light.
So I lit myself on fire.
It consumed me.
And instead of becoming brighter,
I became a pile of burning ashes.