It's all relative

ha ha heartbreak When the words weigh heavy on the heart. It pulsates in agony, aching with every new beat. It is painful to listen, but the sound of empty flesh has become a familiar tune these days. Its futile attempts to resuscitate apparent death are moments I could die for. I appreciate the effort. It isn't easy to dance to the symphony of this lifeless rhythm, but my legs jump higher with each fresh chord. A corpse cast to masquerade in a sea of lively bodies. It tries its best to adapt to the distortion. To adapt to the change. But sorrow calls, and it performs with silent screams. A great sadness has reduced me to its slave. I am a puppet pulled by strings of cruel fate. The road ahead twists with self-inflicted obstacles - shards of sweet memories tear mercilessly at my flesh while fragments of a past life lay vivid, threatening to shed more blood. Please don't make me take another step. I want to feel every inch of these jagged pieces against my skin and relieve what ...