where to go?

I can't rest
with the pain inside my chest,
as blood stains dressed my skin
while veins test my pulse,

how the rain,as if I was blessed
showering above my face
only to reveal a different facade,
soon to be shattered like a bottle,

only left to wonder in the corner
how if my inside is like my outside
then despite both,
I have no where

left to go.