Bella Imperia: The things I don’t say

My eyes are crying, my throat constricting.
My heart is bleeding, my mind screaming.
My soul is breaking, my body begging for rest.

My blood races, my pulse erratic—yet I am frozen.
Frozen stiff as a marble statue: lifeless, cold, unmoving.

I stare, unseeing.
I stand, unfeeling.
I hear nothing but the strange comfort of silence.

My eyes dry.
My voice is found.
My heart hardens, my mind grows quiet.
My soul darkens, my body grows light.

My blood slows, my pulse calms—yet I am still frozen.
Staring unseeing, hearing nothing, feeling nothing…
as you walk away.

As you walk away from me…
and my world shatters.

Shattered and broken, I remain.
Hurting, aching, yet my body goes on.

Little by little, my soul cracks.
Bit by bit, my mind crumbles.

Years.
Months.
Weeks.
Days.
Hours.
Minutes.
Seconds…

As time slips by, my heart forgets how to beat.
My mind forgets how to think.
My body forgets how to move,
and my soul grows weaker.

Seconds.
Minutes.
Hours.
Days.
Weeks.
Months.
Years…

How long can I hold on?

Little by little.
Bit by bit.

An empty shell.
A broken vessel.

Shattered and broken I stand—
a hollow shell,
a wandering soul.

How long…
how long will I hold on?