what if i still have a heart

i got pricked like Aurora did, but bigger. 

and not on my finger 

its an organ on the inside. 

it was badly hit, so bad surgery might be an option

or death. 

but still, I wasn't sleeping. 

i was awake, the whole time, 

wiping every liquid that comes out of it 

and yet they looked at me

those orbs

those windows

as if I am directing a film, 

creating the climax

telling my actors - me 

to cry the loneliest, pitiest cry of their lives. 

they looked at me

as if I have no right to bleed

as if the pain that I am feeling - still feeling 

is nothing but a work of my mind. 

as if my toughest walls could never break. 

as if there is nothing left of me but apathy.

but I am a person, 

still

a 

person.