Feeling

I feel this thing,
I don't know what it is.
This thing that hurts,
So much.

It fells like,
A thousand knives.
A thousand knives,
Embedded in my heart to the hilt.

They feel like someone,
Has a hold of the handles.
And they are,
Twisting.

I think I might die,
From the pain I feel.
The pain I feel,
That hurts so much.

I finally found out,
What it is.
I found out that you cant mend,
A broken heart.