People say that home is where the heart is.
I have no home.
My heart has been thrown to the ends of everywhere.
I cry out in despair, trying to call the pieces back to me.
I thought my heart had been broken before, but I don't think it was really broken until now.
It's been a gradual breaking.
My heart slowly bending beneath the strain, until there was too much.
I don't believe I'll ever get it all back.
I'm not okay but when I tell people that they ask why and when I explain they simply say "I wish I could do something" or "I don't know what to say".
Yeah. I know.
No one wants to hear about a broken heart.
No one wants to know about how everything is wrong.
They only say that it will pass with time.
Time is always shown as some magical healer.
It's bullshit.
I will never feel at home here.
It is full of too many horrible memories and feelings.
I want to start over.
I want to leave and never turn back.
