Heart full of Gall

Very emotional, depressing, a bitter felt poem.

My mind seems frozen in time
like my eyes are glass that do not really see,
my tears only grains of salt
with the fluid sucked out of me.
My being torn apart and analyzied
piece by piece and breath by breath,
Examined by skeptics and believers alike,
labeled for hell that follows my death.
My heart somehow bitter
cracked by every hurtful word,
my heart full of gall
given more than I deserve.