The Coward I am.

And I know things are broken,
And though there are too many words left unsaid,
you say you have spoken,
but the coward I am, I hang my head.

Have you ever had that feeling where your heart feels 2x bigger but its hanging from a noose, when your heart feels like glass in your throat and if you swallow everything will shatter? loss and greif, perhaps a death. Its like a curse, and I'd wish that upon nobody.