I don't understand these times when my heart aches. It feels like a knife has plunged deep into my chest. My lungs ache for air as their pace quickens at it's shallow, uncontrolled rate. Greedily my fists clench digging my nails into my palms thirsting for a taste of relief. Comfort. Blood. I need it to spill freely and release me from my bondage. I need release.