Not bulletproof

Have been laying in my bed almost the whole day and just glared at the roof, letting my mind travel back in time. Started to think of a lesson In my middle class my teacher told me that the human heart is roughly the size of the heart.
I dont remember what the teacher told us next,I was to busy curling my fingers into my hand
Whatever I was feeling had to have been made by something larger than my tiny hand: Something more powerful than my thirteen year old fist.
I closed my eyes and punched the desk as hard as i could, The skin on my knuckles tore open, and blood surfacing shooting pain up in my arm. 
And I walked with teary eyes to the nursery room, when she asked why I did it?
I could only say that I tested my heart,let out all my feelings for her,i rememeber that it it pained me more inside than on my hand.
 
these days, I still ball my hand into a fist and just looks at it for a while.
I often do it everyday, and sometimes i punch something, like my desk, wall or the shelf..
My fist has gotten a little bigger since then, but it still breaks and bleeds just the same..
Why? im still unsecure on how much weight and pain a heart can take.
its wierd that a hand breaks easier than a heart.
Its just bones,weins,muscles and skin that covers the hand. And the heart is just a muscle, but it dosent break so easily.
When it does its takes ages for it to repair itself though.
 
 
Going to escape the world once again.
Kthxbye!
 
 


Anonym

Bra,Starkt skrivet vännen <3

PLUR@Helgon

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Struttade runt på Helgon och hittade dig i virrvarret. Hittade din blogg och det första jag ser är någon som har (vad jag ser) är en likadan orange rävmössa som jag har. Har inte sett en käft med en sådan.
(Det är ju lite att bumpa ditt inlägg men ha det så bra.)

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Svar: Hey! Hehehe vad roligt att du också har en sån mössa :3
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