May I, so desperately, ask,

what happens when you realize you're starting to detest the blood flowing in your veins. So much so you open Google to search 'blood transfusion'.
And what happens when you realize that because of a drastic change in your life sometime ago, the amount of time you spend hiding away fixing the pieces of your heart that has been broken over and over again is almost equal to the amount of time you spend breathing.
And what happens when you realize that you've been living the past one third of your life hiding and fixing your made fragile heart.
And what then happens when that special someone you gave your heart to a while ago mishandles it because he/she doesn't understand the brokenness on some points.


And what happens should you decide to leave the pieces and abandon your heart because you're really so so weary from all these perceptual repairing and fixing and heart break.


You'll really need an answer to those questions don't you? Because you need the reassurance that whatever happens next would be ten times more tormenting. Then you might just have the courage to simply resume. And perhaps heal.