Broken

Heartbreak. One word. It can make grown men fall to their knees. Women flood the lands with tears. But what does it mean? Does anyone actually know? Does it mean endless sorrow? Pain? Regret? Heartbreak can turn your whole world upside-down. But it can also make you stronger.
What is heartbreak? Does it even exist? Or is it just an excuse to step back from the world, have a break? How is it caused? Love you may say, but is that the only form of heartbreak? Are there more? Probably.
But who am I to tell you this? I am merely another one of the billions of people on this planet, but I, unlike them, have a voice, an opinion, a stronger mind. My name? It doesn't matter. In the grand scheme of life, ones' identity is practically worthless. How does this define a person? Does it make their opinion less valuable? Less important? No. I don't think so.
So listen and think.
I ask many questions, yes, but are you judging me because of it? Most likely the answer to that is no. Instead you are also asking them yourself. What is the point of this? You might be asking me, well let me tell you...
I have a tale to tell, but you can decide on the effect. Whether there even is a desired response? I don't know.
It's up to you.