🫀 Heart (softly):

"I'm tired of breaking in silence. I beat for love, but lately... I just echo the ache."

🧠 Brain (with a tremble):

"I try to carry the weight. The thoughts, the doubts, the memories that don’t stop knocking. I am so full... and still feel hollow."

🌬️ Lungs:

"Sometimes I breathe in sadness so thick it sticks to my walls. I exhale hope, but it escapes like smoke."

👁 Eyes:

"I've seen too much pretending. The smiles drawn on pain. The nights spent open when they should have been closed."

🧬 Cell (tiny, ancient):

"We were born to heal. To divide, to rebuild. But the body does not just break from the outside, you know."

🩸 Blood (whispering through veins):

"I carry everything — joy, grief, dreams. I pass them all along. Some days I flow like music. Others, like mourning."

🦴 Bones:

"I hold them up. But even I bend under loneliness. The weight isn’t always physical."

🫂 Skin:

"I remember every touch. And every absence. I keep it all."

🧠 Brain (quiet now):

"Is this what it means to be alive? To hold pain and still move forward?"

🫀 Heart:

"Yes. And still, I beat."