If you took an invisible knife and slit my chest open, I’d kill you with my sadness. I’d sit, and watch my emotions bleed from my chest. You’d see all the harsh, ugly things I’ve bottled inside. I’d laugh at how much I’ve been carrying around. There will be all the cruel words I’ve ever heard. There will be the ones I lost. There will be my inner frustrations and opinions never spoken. You will see my longing and it being shredded. I will begin to cry, and you will try to sue my chest back together, but instead, the emotions will spill all over you. They will overflow on your hands. I will apologize, but you will be horrified, like anyone else that’s ever opened me up. It was nice knowing you, I will say. You will leave me like anyone else that’s ever opened me up. I will learn to know the pain of losing another, and as I watch you leave, I will sue my chest back together like I’m tying shoelaces.
One day, my chest will explode with everything I’ve ever held inside.
And what will be left of me is a corpse and all the dead emotions I let take over me.
The saddest thing is, is that day will be the happiest day of my life.