You try so hard to do all that you can, only to find out that it is either not enough or too much. It is pointless to try to please, for it can never be done. You cannot give them the world without giving the universe, which is shortly followed by giving them your heart. What they do with your heart is not a surprise, for it is a consistent thrashing. It starts with a constant prod, one that will create such blindness to the fact of what is ahead. Over time the prod penetrates and punctures the heart, only to allow small deterioration of a façade that hides the pain of what lies ahead. As they hold your heart the curiosity of what is inside catches their attention and they begin to rip into everything you have built your Life. Your hopes and dreams begin to plummet from the one that for such a time has caressed the very heart they hold. Ready to tear into a questionable atmosphere of Love and Hate, they take the one last glimpse into the very eyes that captured their lives upon the first invitation into your heart, but there is nothing that could restrain the once most precious hands from vigorously ripping into the depths of your Life. You have built your new unknown temporary Life around the very thing that is destroying it. Why would you put everything into the very collapsing reason of your Life? You feel the hours are few and that the last grain of sand is nearing. Your only dream is to be able to flip the hourglass and steal another opportunity at what Life has to offer. With the strength ripped from your heart, you contemplate the worth of traveling back to the tragedies you faced. The decision is strenuous, start the journey from the beginning or let the last grain fall and end an undesirable journey.