Broken and broken
Countless times,
It still always
Chooses to see
The good and
Miss the bad.
It lets in
People despite
The anxiety and
Red sirens in
My brain,
Which begs
It to listen and to
Stop.
Despite it being
Left and forgotten
It still manages
To beat so loud
Waiting for someone
To hear it
Like a lighthouse
Waiting for a ship
To find it.
Despite it being
Taken for granted
And thrown away,
It still hugs faith
So tight and
Still lays with hope
At night
Praising the lord
For the beautiful things
Happening in this
Painful life.
Despite being shut up
And having its words
Thrown down
Its throat and being
Forced to swallow them,
It still calls out the name
Of others,
Hoping it hears them
Passing by, as
If they care to actually
Conversate.
Don’t be so naive
They say.
Guard your heart
They say.
But how can i control
The thing that
Has so much control
Over me?
It pulls my strings.
It tells me to believe in hope
When i wanna believe
In reality.
It tells me to believe in
Faith when i wanna
Believe in certainty.
I am at war with
My heart
Begging it please
To realize the
World
And know that
NO EVERYTHING
IS NOT OK
But still it beats on.
With know clue in the
World of reality,
It stays locked
In my chest,
Pulling my strings
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