I'm a surgeon.

If you have a broken heart, bring it to me. I will mend it. I will make you seemingly whole.

I've become an efficient heart surgeon. Disappointment looms over every horizon and after each sunset. But, it's become less and less hurtful. Scars litter my heart, and it's full of broken and mended tissue. It was full of character, but now it's verging on downright ugly from the repeated stitching... which in the long run, can't be good.

I'm a combat medic. I can recover in battle. I find myself absorbing others pain. I ball it up and keep it deep in my chest. In some ways, it's beginning to overwhelm my lungs, and ability to breathe. The longer I sit still, the more I feel its effects. The more the sobbing increases. I have to move; I have to find another rhythm to restore.

I'm a heart surgeon. I'm bound to get sloppy and nick an artery soon...