Tonight, he’s breaking down again.
He hold his chest. Bend his body.There’s something inside his chest. He try to cough it out. But it won’t disappear.
Cough. Cough.
It hurts. It makes him breathless. Palpitation.
What is it? What is this feeling? He doesn’t know. He can’t describe it.
He drop on the floor. Curl up his body. Like a baby. Hand still on his chest. The feeling is still there.
Cough. Cough.
This isn’t new but no matter how much this feeling comes and goes, he will never get used to it. Never ever.
“Should I just stab my chest, take my heart out and end everything right here right now?”
He can no longer stand it. He’s breaking and there’s nobody to hold him together. To keep him whole.
“Am I all alone again?”
He cries. He cries. And cries till he fall asleep.
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