Sometimes you gotta bleed to know that you're alive and have a soul.
Sam felt relief as the blade sliced through his wrist. The blood dripping down onto his carefully laid towel was proof that while he felt nothing on the inside, there was still a physical punishment to be endured. Yes, he was numb, number than he had ever felt, his own concocted novocaine sliding through his veins.
But it takes someone to come around to show you how she's a tear in my heart. I'm alive. She's a tear in my heart. I'm on fire. She's a tear in my heart. Take me higher than I've ever been.
His heart had not always been so empty. He had had a love of his own, a beautiful angel named Jessica, who filled the holes in Sam's heart with passion and fire. But all too soon Jessica was wrenched from him, tearing his heart open and letting the captured fire sear his lungs and make it impossible to breathe. Nothing satisfied him anymore - he was a shell, going through the motions of living and breathing while his heart withered inside him. The only traitorous proof he was alive was the blood that seeped from his cuts. Maybe one day he would run out of blood and not have to deal with the tear in his heart.
