I ache. I don't know how else to say it. My ribs are so brittle and my heartbeat falters. And I can't think of any way to fix it. How can I refill my empty lungs with air when you've done everything to take my breath away? Do I have to beg and scream and plead for mercy, all just so I can find peace? You've used me, left me bruised and battered, and now all I ask is for you to leave me with some dignity.