It's hard to breathe, it's hard to speak.
My heart bleeds as a knife was forced through it. This wound seems to never heal as it is struck over and over again, as with every hit the wound seems to become larger. It becomes stronger over time with all the tears and the hate. Soon enough nothing will be left but a darkened soul that will never love again. This heart is dead from every hit that it took. It has been left with the body to die for the rest of eternity.
