I dont feel heavy anymore, just free

I stopped sending my feelings
to my heart
a long time ago.
why should one organ do all the work?
so I distributed the pain.
I sent my self loathing to my toes
so I could walk it off,
stretch it out,
whenever I needed to.
and I sent the hurtful words
made about my appearance
and my mind
directly to my liver.
I figured it could handle
another toxin.
I sent the unrequited feelings
that left me broken
straight to my bloodstream,
so they could keep
going
and
going.
I sent anger
towards my kidneys
and I shot my anxiety
towards my spleen.
my fingers hold all the lies
I've ever told,
and my nose holds
all the things I wish I had said,
all the things that never quite made it to my mouth.
I gave my heart nothing
but my will to live,
I figured it deserved
to have a little hope.