pain is dripping down to the ground from my newborn wound. he stabbed me in the heart. my glass heart shattered at in his hands. it shattered. i was past the point of no return. i was putty in his hands. i was a dead soul attached to him. his flesh was still warm while mine cold. the pain drips down my arms then splatters to the black floor. he cried for help while all i could do was sit and watch unable to interact. i tried to help but i always ended up strapped in that chair unable to scream or help him when he needed me most. i was trapped. my worst nightmare had come true. he walked up to me ripped my heart out and crushed it over me. the pain dripped from his hands onto my body then down to the floor. then he was gone. i was alone.