Burden to Bear

Sometimes my heart feels so heavy I’m afraid my chest won’t be able to support it, like it will fall through my ribs, cracking each one on its way down. Sometimes my heart is so heavy it makes it difficult to breathe, like the pressure is almost too great for my lungs to stand. Sometimes I wish I could rip it out, put it somewhere else for a while just so I can feel something else, anything else than its unbearable weight. But that wouldn’t change anything, would it? Once it’s secured back in place, the heaviness will still be there pulling the rest of me down with it.

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be heartless. If it were possible, it might be nice.