Heart Arrest

"We cannot get out."

Damn sure we can't.
So why bother fighting?

Just lay down and die
Wait for sweet death to come
And give you another chance.
Maybe next time
I won't be this unhappy.

The blur in my eyes makes me blind
The weight in my chest makes me weak
The weakness in my mind makes me quit.

I can't see an exit.
We cannot get out.

I can't see a point in life anymore.
Why bother?
Why do we bother?

Why do we work?
Why do we study?
Why do we love?
If none of our choices
is ours to make?

Why are we presented with utmost happiness
If we don't get permission to live it?
Why are we under heart arrest?

...And still, we cannot get out
They are coming.


Meg Fornazari. Morning, February 11th, 2009.