Logic = Pain?

LOGIC has always been described as cold and hard, by me and by so many other people, their hearts and lungs being ripped out and open by the jagged jigsaw puzzle pieces of an intense, undeniable realization that is also tardy to arrive in their foolish young eyes.
Yet somehow now it seems logic is a savior. Logic is a refuge that will never refuse, and logic is the home that will never disown. Keep it within you but run to it when you need to. Keep it close to your brain but fat from your heart else that particular, very important organ, might just begin to freeze over.
Sometimes we feel as though our hearts are indeed freezing over. They feel like they're shrinking and hardening, shriveling and drying up and dying so tragically. That shell may split, may crack, but once you remove it's remnants, lazy to surrender, the inside layer will have begun going through the same thing. It's a vicious cycle and it's a close pattern that is never off track.
It's logic.
There is of course something beautiful in the utter simplicity of being able to truly and truthfully say, for once, that something equals to something, that a + b = c, that ever since negative five minutes ago - uh oh -
the brain is designed to forget.
Sometimes pain is about to take us over and we blame logic. Perhaps because logic had always been a malleable little shield, a bubble around us preventing outside attacks, and now that things have gone a little wrong, suddenly it's all Logic'a fault.