State of mind in my heart

I feel my heart is buried in dirt
Deep inside the cages of my ribs,
I feel it beat around like a dying animal
Its muscles writhing and squirming
It does not stay still once,
But I already feel its death
Like the way I feel it is buried


Family, I guess
Doesn't it feel like home?
Warm beds, good food
Soft kisses and pleasant words?
Doesn't it feel like hell ?
Broken dishes, screaming curses
And lonely sobs.