Smashing roses

One day somebody took my heart, broke it in very small pieces, smashed it several times on the floor, cut it, mix it, boiled it, and eventually gave it back to me.
"I'm really sorry if it hurts", he said, "but I think it will be okay by now, won't it?"
And since then it's pumping blood, but it can't do nothing else, and it stays empty and bloody in my chest.