Shielf for my heart

Depression, hollowness, emptiness.
Why are these feelings tugging at my heart?
All three blended into a single thread.
A thread that binds my head.
A never ending thread.
How is there no end yet, there is something to pull on.
Something where the slightest pull can squeeze my heart.
Letting me feel out of breathe.
Feeling so hallow.
So empty.
So depressed.
Who controls this thread?
Who wrapped it around my heart.
If only there was an end to this thread that binds my head.
Maybe then I’d be able to unwrap it.
This thread I call it my shield.
Yes… a shield for my heart.
A shield that binds my heart yet protects it.
This shield, it protects my heart from falling apart.
From the advances of many.
In fear that the heart may be heart.
So here my shield shall be.
To protect me until the one who shan’t harm me comes.
Maybe they will find an end on this endless thread.
And then he shall unravel this thread.
To friend my poor mangled heart.