Cold Heart

My heart is the same as the weather here in my country. Cold.

Why, must you ask?

Simple.

It doesn't want to get hurt.

Nor to hurt any other heart.

It beats normally like others do.

It pumps blood throughout our body. Never ending until death.

The strongest muscle. But can also be the weakest.

It is weak. If you can't cry, it cries by itself. It feels heavy and you can't breathe.

Our brain is above the heart. Thus, if u think, it's not the heart that weakens but the brain.

But why does it hurt?

It's not our mind that feels uneasiness but our heart.

It has to be cold. My heart.

Need to breathe. Need not to feel. Need not to bleed.

If it melts, the ice that surrounds my heart.

It shall heal unconsciously.

But time would be the one to tell if when.