Everything is in place except your heart;
everything is well except you.
You’re strong,
but your soul is not.
You possess this and that now,
but you don’t have the one thing
you so badly want back,
so, you have nothing.
You’ve lost one thing,
but you feel like you’ve lost everything.

Your red blood is now light grey;
your saliva tastes like sorrow.
Your pain-filled heart is now broken,
and its contents are running through your veins,
mixing with your blood,
harming your soul,
harming your self.

The sharp ends of your heart are pinching you.
You’re too sad to cry,
too sad to groan,
too sad to sleep,
too sad to live.

You’re dying;
you’re experiencing death in life.
You’re letting go of your old self,
and you’re birthing your new self.

He’s never coming back.
She’s never coming back.

It hurts.
“Aaaaargh”, it really hurts.