Examine This..

This isn't for the faint of heart.

This is a battle scene.

Some will understand what went on,

But others will just wonder why.

And I wish I had an answer.

I wish I could tell them.

But I don't know myself.

All I know,

Is a bomb went off here.

It left me in tact,

But it took my heart.

Surrounded in a pool of blood,

With a gaping wound in my chest.

How did this happen?

Where did I go wrong?

None of that matters now, though.

Emotionless.

Cold.

I'll sew the wound shut myself,

With a dull needle, and black thread.

Forever scarred,

Forever torn.

But you can already see that in my eyes.

You could see that before this disaster, though.

Some would call it a blessing.

Because then they won't ever have to suffer.

But I call it a nightmare.

I'll leave this bloody heap for you to examine.

Maybe you can tell me where I went wrong,

Love.