Invisible Flames

I feel like the world is on fire, but I’m the only one who can see the flames. I’m panicking while everyone else seems to manage and go on with their daily lives. Another horror, another day. How do they do it?

I’m losing my shit. I feel out of control – but why do I care so much? I feel sometimes that if I lived my life by caring less, I’d function better. I’d stop bleeding with every tragedy.

But how? Do I put a plastic bag around my heart until it suffocates? Squeeze the valves and arteries until the blood flow drips its last drop? Stick a dagger through the center until the rhythmic beats scream to a halt?

Stop caring, dear heart. Stop screaming. Stop beating. Stop. Stop. Stop.