Yellow Thread

A story about going through blind pain

• Short story
• Poetry

								
I use yellow thread to sew clothes. I use yellow thread to close wounds in clothes or toys, sometimes even furniture. Although I can't seem to close wounds in other things such as my heart. My heart has been ripped and torn. My heart is only holding on by a small thread but the thread is not yellow. It is black and old, it was yellow at some point but growing up it wilted but I can't seem to resew it. To fix it. My heart is broken by the hole in my face that some call a mouth. I call a void, a void that spews my thoughts, my secrets, the shields that protects my heart, gets put down due to my void. But I can't stop. I feel I must let my void spew or it will fill with words, words that will eventually come out in a waterfall full of rage and sadness. My void will destroy relationships with only a few words such as a laser destroying a planet in one hit. my mind, the other part of my heart will scatter and i will become the enemy. I feel like anything I do to try to stop this void only tears my heart even more. What will happen if my thread breaks? Will I break as well will I cease to exist in this endless void of which I seem to exist. Although I never asked to be in this void, I'm still here somehow. How is it? I got picked out of millions of souls. I was the one to be put in a body, a body I never wanted and yet people still seem toto exist. Although I never asked to be in this void, I'm still here somehow. How is it? I got picked out of millions of souls. I was the one to be put in a body, a body I never wanted and yet people still seem to make me feel as if it's my fault I'm here as if I wanted to go through feeling my heart tear and rip apart over the years. I can't seem to figure out why people go through their lives feeling there heart tear and yet they keep it in the void they somehow closed it it's as if them and the void made a agreement that they'll empty the void to someone else someone who they think has a infinite void and yet there never affected by the void they let theres go when it wants but i don't know how to but that. everytime i walk there's a path of black liquid full of thoughts and secrets but know one else sees it . Can I close it? Will I ever be able to? I think I know a way. I'll sew it. I'll use my yellow thread then when I sew my void it will sew back my heart then it will all be ok.
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