There is a grave in my ribcage where my younger self sleeps

Dreams died there from starvation.

Only the heart survived,beating out of habit, not hope.

I move through days like a ghost forced to wear flesh.

the world calls it strength.

I call it it refusal from the universe to let me rest.

If Survival is a gift .then why does it feel so much like a curse I can't return?

 Cardi ✽ : he did boxing at school and won trophies

[03:56a] OldSaintDick : nice

[03:56a] ✽ Cardi ✽ : and ruby

[03:56a] OldSaintDick : whos s ruby his side piece

[03:56a] OldSaintDick : lol

[03:56a] ✽ Cardi ✽ : rugby

[03:56a] ✽ Cardi ✽ : lmao