What\'s broken can sometimes be mended but there will always be a crack left behind which is enough to kill the happiness inside.
Once broken, life becomes empty and then you become a shell of your once lively self.
The world feels dark and that\'s when everything miraculously falls apart.
When the pieces of once\'s heart drop we can only hope someone will come along to pick the mess that was made.
But that\'s only a dream.
And dreams can\'t always become reality.