Pry me open.

Use a chisel and a hammer,
a surgical retractor,
or just your effortless words,
but please just
pry me open.

And cut into me,
make me bleed.

Open me up,
let the emotions flow.
There will be a mess on your floor,
please don't mind it.

Just let all of melancholia shed
itself out of the confinement of my
tightly guarded chest.

Please don't stop.

Pry me open.
Let me bleed out.

God knows,
I will feel anything.

Anything but this.