The ache in the center of my chest is a gaping wound.

Each beat of my heart violently pushes the blood out, spraying all over and pooling at my feet.

Unable to stop the bleeding, I watch the warm, viscous stream of pain fall out of me.

At a loss, I put my hands to my heart and feel it all.

Surely, my heart will explode and finally die, ending the pain and leaving me at peace.

I cannot keep cleaning up the mess…