Perhaps broken is the wrong adjective for my heart, I feel more like my heart got in a brawl and now the wonds it suffered are throbbing with pain. My head is stuffed to the brim with conversations that I play over in my head, watching where I messed up in my own life like some sick soap opera. I don't know if the few people who read my stuff can agree or relate but there are times I wish I could turn down the volume in my head. I find myself Googling broken heart quotes and trying to find one to agree with, to feel like that I am not experiencing this torture inside of me on my own. I read poems but as I read them I've realized that things aren't really felt unless they've been experienced, which sucks but that's kinda how it is. I can tell you how much it hurts to want so bad to make things okay again and then not being able to do anything at all but many of you won't be able to grasp it anyway. I'm so sorry for the ones who do understand, because that means that you've wanted to shread your chest to get to your heart to see what could possibly be wrong. I'm so low and lost. Though I am not broken, I am beaten and bloodied with the pulsing and the volume up way too loud.
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Events That Require Documentation
De TodoThere are events that happen in my life that should live forever. I hope this will give you hope and help you understand life a bit better.
