Literature
Listen
I wish you had a button, so I could turn you off. Or speakers to mute. But you are constantly there. No one told you to talk to me all the time. Whenever I ignored you, I took the wrong way. Yet when I listened, you never were of much help to me either. Whenever I gave you away, I always got you back, most of times in a worse shape than before. I really don't know how many more plasters I can put on you. And those scars
I don't think they make you look pretty. Since it is your job to pump blood through my veins, I can not live without you. So please, dear heart, be quiet, just for a while, I beg you!