Hurting Heart

My heart hurts today and I can't even tell you why. The questions inside my head are driving me insane. I thought everything was perfect.... I wonder if the perfection is in the eye of the beholder. Those who behold the whole picture would see more than me. I'm just lost in the maze trying to find the end. Who is it that sees the whole picture? Who is it that I should seek to tell me? Is it all in my imagination and my perfect world exists with only minor flaws? What if those flaws become cracks and cracks become crevaces? I choose to cover them with band-aides and leave them to feaster and fall off. Eventually something's gotta give. Send me an angel.