my heart keeps beating.
the beatings get louder,
the beatings get harder,
the beatings get longer.
my face contorting as the pain doesn't leave.
but leaving means giving up,
leaving is a sign of weakness,
the destruction a simple cut can give to a caring mother, father, family.
and i try so hard to stay strong.
to show i'm tough,
i can handle the pain,
my weaknesses will not prevail.
but my thoughts get jumbled
and just like my beating heart
they get louder,
harder,
longer.
