Bhoomi's diary

If my heart could break,
It would break into small pieces every day until there was nothing left of me, but pieces lying around.
If my heart could burn,
It’ll burn a little every day until there is nothing left of me and I am reduced to ashes.
But the heart doesn’t break or burn.
It just doesn’t feel the same anymore. This darkness grows like an ugly tumor until it has consumed you fully and you’ve lost all your hope.