The pain is more than skin deep,
not within the folds of flesh.
It is untouchable,
intangible,
but still it hurts.
It cannot be punctured
or cut away,
or bled out.
It cannot be removed
or killed.
It is buried under the surface,
somewhere beneath
the protective layers.
It is a place only
the worst heartbreak
can ever reach.
More damage can affect it,
but to mend it,
it is impossible.
I love this for 2 reasons.
I love this for 2 reasons. First, I can relate to the depth of pain and misery. Secondly, I am a Plath fan! amazing job.
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.