This isn’t like the rest of the stuff I’ve written. It’s angry and sad. That said. . .
Do you know the funny thing about heartbeats?
They come, and they go, and we don’t give them a second thought. Our hearts beat somewhere around eighty times a minute. That’s about 115,000 times a day, or 42 million times a year. And we don’t even notice it happening. Breathe in. Breathe out. That was about three heartbeats. Our hearts are what keep us alive, what keep the blood flowing.
But what happens when our hearts stop?
What happens if suddenly, they’re not pumping blood to our veins, but out of the slashes on our wrists? What if they’re poisoned, what if we tied a noose around them, slicing off all air, all light, all love? What then?
What happens when your mother walks into your room and sees you lying on the floor, blood pooled around your wrist? What happens, years later, when your sister graduates college and her tears fall like pain-borne stars because she can only think _I wish they were here to see me_. What about when your best friend gets their fist kiss, their book published, or their first night without terrors, but the bitterness of your absence taints it? Your brother’s heart will pound as he realizes. . . his sister isn’t ever coming back.
Stars fall every day, and we don’t notice. But when your blood falls to the ground, shimmering in the sun scorched light, the world pauses, because a little piece of it just died.
Heartbeats come, and heartbeats go
But no one ever truly knows
Of the pain you hide, don’t let it show
Your heart is dark, with no window.
Stay alive, stay alive, for me.
Heartbeats pound and heartbeats fade
But live to fight another day
Every night, I sit and pray
Heartbeats falter, heartbeats fail
One decision leaves life derailed
I really hoped you would set sail
That the walls of your mind, you’d finally scale.
Stay alive, stay alive for me.
Do you know the funny thing about heartbeats?