Every heart is a glass.
It is empty at first and longs for something.
Then, one day, someone will pick up the glass and fill it with water.
But then, the one who filled it up will let go of the glass.
It will shatter into pieces.
It will stay like that until someone picks all of the pieces.
But he doesn't have the ability to fix it.
So he will just hold all of the pieces and try to keep it all together.
The sharp edges of the shards will cut his hands.
He will bleed but he will hold on.
But, soon, the time will come when he can no longer continue.
He will let go of the shards.
Still broken but now with someone else's blood.