Miss Lonely Hearts
Hearts don’t only break as a result of break-ups. People never tell you that.
They break from disuse, misuse, and loneliness. They break all day, every day. You try to keep the splintered pieces under wraps. But every once in a while, a piece burrows it’s way into your skin. It starts to bleed. It’s not easily extracted.
You’re afraid people will notice you struggling and in pain. You’re afraid people won’t notice.
You’re afraid. You lack comfort. You keep your head up as best you can. The hurt, it’s undeniable.