The tale of a broken heart

There was nothing left. Nothing left to pick up, no broken pieces, just emptiness. I sat there, minutes passed into hours, hours into days, days turned into nights. I sat there. Numb. Numbness is not something that you feel, it's something that eats at your entire being. It opens you up, and tears all the hope you once had, all the happiness you once felt when your heart ached with love  now turns into destructive numbness. There is nothing, nothing left, just emptiness.

If there was anything left, how could I even get the strength to fix it. I watched you breathing for the last time. I know you broke my heart. Days lingered in my world, tears were the only thing connecting me to reality. I know what it means. I'm in on the secret. Once the heart is broken, the soul seeps out, the body runs on neutral and nothing, nothing is left to pull back in.

I couldn't escape this feeling. I was left, I was alone, there was nothing, no one to help me through this pain. My bed was my world. I sat there unable to move. Unable to acknowledge that I needed to move. Unable to understand that if I didn't move then, I doubted I'd ever move again. A broken heart is nothing to joke about.

The numbness was the worst, it passes slowly without you understanding what time is anymore. It takes away all reality and leaves you in a world of memories and loss. I lost myself, I lost my soul. That was until the pain managed to seep back in. I lost him. He was taken. It was all my fault and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Nothing I could do to take the pain away.

Now it is the time, time for the nothingness to escape into words, words with meaning and love now is the time I will share my story, one filled with joy, love, deceit and ending with blinding grief.