Rumors

Rumor has it your heart is beat less, there is no sound.
People pass by and take a peak inside, through the crackles lining the still walls of your heart. They gather in a huddled whisper about what a tragedy you are, how colorless your eyes seem to be and the crack in your sanity is such a shame.
The choked sobs go unheard along the wind, soundless up to the sky. Why are you doing this why, you scream but a evil smile is the only reply. “You know why, Ami.”