I breathe unfinished and slow. My heart has a hole. I pretend it is not there. But I feel it in every breath I loosen out. I feel it when I walk. I feel it as I lay down on the bed. The sky above, sheltering me from my heinous thoughts. But even then, even then.. I am not safe. I touch my chest, wondering if there was a hole inside where is the blood? Where is the pain that should follow?