It's Like A Knife

          "It's like this... Imagine that someone has plunged a knife into your heart. Deeply. Cruelly. The only person who could pull that knife out and save you from your pain, is the one who put it there. So, you learn to live with it. You walk, you talk, you smile, you laugh... But everything you do is tainted by the piercing pain in your chest.

          "The wound starts to heal. It begins closing up. You start to think that you just might be able to live like this.

          "Then a hand reaches out, grasps the hilt. You hope that maybe it's there to take the knife out, to rid you of your burden. You prepare yourself for the pain... You dare to hope that soon it may be gone...

          "And the hand twists, instead of pulling. It twists right and left and up and down but never leaves, never stops. 

          "You go through that process over and over. Coming to accept it, but never quite realizing how much it hurts until that hand comes in again, just when you were healing, and with another twist, you're left on the ground. In pain, barely breathing, barely thinking, as you watch the one person that could help you, act like it's nothing as they walk out of the room where you're dying.
          "You wanted to know what it's like to have a broken heart, didn't you?"

~E.K.M.