Watched a zombie movie...ended up writing this... 

The cuts on his arms were nothing compared to the crushing sadness that weighed down upon his heart. It felt as if someone had jaggedly dragged a knife in it, splitting it for everyone to see the endless abyss of sorrow and weeping enveloping his senses. His breaths were few and far between, coming out in shallow gasps as the blood-his blood-dribbled onto the floor. He was lying there, helpless and in a drunken daze of his own emotionally painful stupor. In the back of his mind he knew it would never end. The pain, the suffering. It was never going to go away, and that's what kept him cutting. (it was a sad movie okay!)