Someone once asked me how this thing
> made me feel,
This was my reply.
"It tears at me,
It reaches into my chest
> and pulls my heart out
Then it touches it, molests it,
> and rapes it.
It tears me from inside out
> and outside in
But, I pretend to be ok
I force smiles
Dull the pain with sleep, dream, and drink
> but that doesn't help when I have certain dreams;
But it's ok."
That's when she leaned into me
> Resting her head on my chest
>> Listening to see if my heart was still beating.
She brushes the hair out of my face,
> looks deep into my sad eyes
>> then goes back to listening to my heart beat
