How do you empty a heart? Surely mine must explode. If it's too full it will tear my chest apart. Where is a moment of mercy? A state of temporary Grace to rest.
It's too much. That must be why it's tight right up to my throat, and I can't breathe. I must have air, breath would be a relief.
It's too much to remember every day, I open my mouth to scream but my lips stay closed. Only a small sound comes out.
If my heart would burst, or I could scream, then maybe I could finally forget.
Then I would be free, to be still and cold again.