Ripping my own heart

Please let me pierce this heart so I may never feel with it again
It’s been so much a burden and even less a friend
It drags me into situations that I truly cannot face
Though when I try to get through them I always lose my place
So let me end this now so it can be on my own terms
Then let me bury it where I may and feed it to the worms
I’ll no longer be a slave to you I’ll no longer lose my way
For I know I could be happier without you each and every day
All you do is torment with how much people truly don’t care
And to think about this brings me distress and it something I can hardly bare

The Art of Listening

When someone comes to you to rant about an issue that may seem ‘insignificant’ to you, hear them out. And never tell them how other people have it worse and/or quote instances from your own life of issues that seem ‘bigger’ to you, completely disregarding their problem thus. For at times, all that people need is a person willing to listen to them, however little sense they make and simply be, if not anything else. And doing something of that sort does not just drive them further in their problem but also adds on a sense of insecurity and inferiority; and a guilt in them for having approached someone for an issue so ‘wee’, resulting into something as drastic as them never breaking out of their own shell and opening up again.

Doesn’t harm lending someone an ear for a while, does it?

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Down I Go

Deeper
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Deeper

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Looking glass?
Rabbit hole?
Through or down?

I can not see
I do not know

Peaks:
Lonely, ominous
Valleys:
Dark, cavernous

No light to be seen
Only skewed reality

Happiness

Outstretched arms
Open heart

Muscles strain
Synapses stretch

All in vain
Only an illusion