How do you heal a broken heart?
Or is there really no such thing.
What do you do about the slashing trench down your chest? Splitting your ribs farther apart, making it harder to breathe.
What do you do about the physical cringe your heart makes when a something triggers you and takes you back to those days?
When do you stop reliving the pain?
How do you heal a broken heart?
I need to know.
Someone, anyone, please tell me.
There is a spark missing from my eyes. Its gone now. Poof. Forgotten.
It was a part of me that made me unique.
I think people see that it is missing too. Relationships are just not the same. That \"it\" factor I had has been relinquished from my self.
My eyes used to stand out like the sun in a dark universe. So bright, so happy, so optimistic. No light for eons could compare.
Where did my light go?
How do I get it back?
Someone, anyone, please tell me.
I\'ve tried everything I could.
I pray, I love, I smile, I go on.
But nothing I do shakes the pain. My efforts are just suppressants.
Nothing ever really fixes the problem.
Nothing ever really fixes my heart.
How am I supposed to go on like this?
I\'ve talked to a friend and felt my heart pouring out in wrenching agony as I tried to see how she got over her own heart break...
Turns out she didn\'t.
She is suffering inside just like me.
Her scars are much older and deeper than mine.
She said to me time just subsides the pain. Is that really the truth?
We talked about music, and how a song can just bring you back to the days where it all began.
We talked about the pictures we still keep in our heads. Perfect photographic memories of texts and words said but never forgotten.
Some things just stick with you like that. A face, a song, a picture, a date. They are like triggers that put you under a spell, and pull you into a dark abyss of nothingness.
Days on the calendar leading to my heart break have an eerie chill to them when they come around. I know they are just numbers but they symbolize something far greater and tragic.
When will those days lose their significance?
When will I feel normal again?
Someone, anyone, please tell me.
I can\'t count the years because I\'m embarrassed to see how much time has elapsed, yet feelings have not.
I\'m embarrassed to say I still carry that hate in my heart everyday.
Just her name can spark a revolution of suppressed hate.
I am a slave to my own wrath.
Will I ever let this go?
I need to know.
Someone, anyone, please help me.