You are laying on the floor surrounded in your own liquids.

Sweat. Tears. Snot. More sweat. More tears. 

You don't care that your face is covered in salt. You don't care that your eyes hurt.

You don't care that the tiles are cold.

You don't care.

Eventually the sound of your own cries starts to feel distant.

All you hear is pain. All you see is pain.

No. No. No. 

Your body is trying to shout through every nerve ending, "NO."

Nothing matters when your heart breaks. Only that one nagging thing.

Your pain feels eternal. Everything seems to be egging you on to completely rip in half, and it feels as though you already have. 

There no longer is a "you". There are pieces.

Arms. Legs. Torso. A lack of a heart. Scattered bits of a mind. 

Everything is upside down and your fragments feel discarded.

It's the feeling when you find out someone you love does not feel the same way. 

It's hearing gossip about yourself and not being able to negate it.

It's anguish and angst and a huge "Why me?"

It's breaking your favorite possession in anger while trying to mend your broken heart.

It's wanting everything to look as broken as you feel.