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Current self-assessment

     How could you do this to me?

     Take everything that means anything to me, rip it from my chest and leave a open breathing wound in it's wake.  

     Leave a deep scar running down my sternum that will never lift it's mangled edges.

     It breathes as I breathe, streches as I inhale, distorts in an ugly grin as I exhale.

     I look down to see it grinning back at me, taunting me for my mistakes and regrets.  

    

     How could you do this to me?

     All I want to do is forget but the hole you left behind won't quit pulling at the edges of my brain.

     My vision blurs with each tug--forming tears cloud my perception.

     This hole effects every part of me; brain throbs, stomach churns, joints and bones ache.

     I stuff tissues into the hole to close the wound--block the bleeding--but I just remove more pain and anguish.

 

     How could you do this to me?

Author's Note

Im really pissed and empty right now.
This is just random and I just wanted to let off steam before I exploded