My guts are wrenching and I feel sick. I want to heave up what is inside me, but I did not consume it. The thing that is causing me such pain was forced upon me. It was slammed into my guts and hit me hard. Like the force of a sledge hammer I was doubled over. You told me that you would love me forever then you tore that love away. Now I am left with the unsavory pain of the loss you forced upon me. I want to get it out, but my soul is torn asunder. My heart is wounded and I am bleeding on the inside. Like a demon born of hell, these feelings tear at my insides. I cannot stop the pain or exercise the evil that has possessed me. So for now I will just lay here and quietly writhe in pain as I find a way to cope with the devastation you have placed upon me.