Simply Heart

It is a fact that the human body's fastest self-healing organ is the liver, humans all over the planet live with one kidney or just one lung, and it is possible to live with only one side of your brain, but there is however one organ that cannot be replaced and rarely heals itself: the heart. Heart is what we call the organ bumping blood through our veins and it is at the same time how we call that imaginary space where all our emotions are centered. Either of them can heal itself as fast as a liver or keep us living with one half, we only have one shot with our hearts. When a heart finds love, it starts glowing, it beats faster and stronger and it able to survive the coldest winters, until it's broken.

 When it truly breaks, your whole body starts shutting down, seconds feel colder, even breathing gets harder. There are times when the pain becomes unbearable and what you once thought unthinkable becomes a solution. I used to think of suicide as the easy way out, now I think of it simply as a way out. I stopped looking at people commiting suicide as weak people, now I simply look at them as people that got their hearts broken, that were worn out by love and just wanted to give in to the sweet arms of an endless sleep. Perhaps, people shouldn't be sad for the people gone, perhaps they just need to do their best to understand. I've always thought of love like a drug taking you from the most euphoric state of mind to the darkest place on Earth. What if I don't make it through?

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