The Dead Heart

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When the heart suffocates in silence. When emotions run amuck. When all you feel, is darkness and pain, and all your thoughts are a-jumble. That is when you know that your heart is dead.

You could plaster a smile upon your face. Play a facade of cheery laughter to family and friends. Few people would even know, that deep down inside, your heart is dead.

It is not something you could say. Neither is it something you could describe. It is silence. Nothing. Emptiness. Void. A palatable dark hole in your heart that just eats away into your sanity. And all you could do, is suffer in silence. Nobody knows; because nobody hears it. Absolutely nobody can hear it.

You break down and cry. They would ask why. But there is no way to tell them. It is not something that can be spoken or described. There is no name for it. It can only be felt. Could they understand that there is a deep gash in your heart? Could they see the emptiness? Thus you suffer alone, screaming in the silence.

When the heart is frozen and silenced, all that's left, is a fragile mind. You mumble to fill the emptiness. You try to make some noise. But the void persists. Your heart is hollow.

You grow numb. Moments fleet past you, remaining only as blur tickings of the clock. Smudged by the invisible hands of pain and sadness, you let it slip. What is there left to do? Your heart, is dead.