I hate when my heart is heavy.

& my hands are tied up, so they can't help balance the weight. Tied up working against what's good for my heart. actually.

I try to listen...try to hear my heart...but it's a lot quieter these days...sometimes way too quiet to the point that I have to question the validity of its presence.

I mean, if you push someone away & ignore what they have to say long enough, soon enough they'll go away. No wonder you've had nothing to say...

But this is my way of begging my heart to beat again...I won't abuse you this time. Won't suppress you. Just express you...speak for you, since no one else will listen.

Because if nobody else will listen, I will.