Have you ever felt like your heart has road rash? Based against the pavement at 200 miles per hour without a helmet; peeling away layer by layer; penetrating to your core. Leaving it rough, tender, sore, dripping in blood. Yeah I know.
Then there comes a time, just a moment in time; it violently tears at the scab. Displaying it from the fleshy heart. A second is all it takes, to ruin the work of healing. You lay open and exposed again, with no scab to protect the wound. Making you start all over again. Yeah I know.