Shattered Heart
I kept on thinking about shattered glass since yesterday. A shattered heart is like a shattered glass. I kept on thinking of the cracks. I kept on thinking how to be mend those broken pieces and be okay again. It takes time. And space. I don't quite know how to do this. I barely can bear the distance. Yet I am still broken. It hurts to be away yet I still can feel the aftermath 'cracks'. I find no peace and solace atm. I know to whom should I find the solace. I just do not know. "broken glass makes distinct sound that makes your shoulders go up. Shattered heart makes no sound yet it makes spilled tears and sobs". I cannot say or make it to be understandable how it hurts to be punished because of materials. it is sad to know you value less than a piece of damaged thing. Tell me. How do I mend a broken heart. How do I cover the cracks. I feel like surrounding my heart. Tell me how to be okay.